..." the same way people do at salt water beaches, when their lungs are filled with salt, and mist and sand. I was filled with desire, and breathed this into her ear, and began gently rubbing and licking it. Eventually, I tired of this, and rubbed my cheek against hers and then, quite suddenly, glided my lips over hers, barely touching. The sensation was electric. Baby, you'd never know it, But I'm kind of a poet... So gimme me one for my baby and one more for the rooooaaaddd... Later, we moved over to the bent chair. My housemates have a bunch of old chairs. You know the kind that have metal tubes the somehow hold up the weight, and don't bend back when you sit on them. |