Plump and soft, they often remind me of your pillow after a long day's work: something you can dive your face into and be lost forever, and the more you wiggle, the more cozy it feels.Plump and soft, they often remind me of your pillow after a long day's work: something you can dive your face into and be lost forever, and the more you wiggle, the more cozy it feels. All during this, she was playing with my hair, softly caressing the long black waves, twirling them in her fingers. It was so relaxing with the Billie Holiday tape playing the background. Day in, Day out... That same old hoodoo follows me about... I looked up at her chin, and brought my hand up to her neck, placing my opened palm across it, and slid it up to where my fingers touched her right ear. Slowly stroking the lobe, first on the surface, and then probing inside, I felt her entire head arching back, the tension of her hands released from my hair. Like an almost irresistable urge, I brought my face to her neck. A glancing touch of my cheek against her neck, and then the hot, wet breath upon her skin forced her head to arch back further. She let out a sigh, and I could imagine her eyes rolled back, lids closed against the red light which glowed overhead. |