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"Good morning!" you say. Good morning it is. Smiles galore, my heart soars, the darkness has become our friend... Late at night, I stay up all the time, for one reason only. "I shall get here early," I said. The plan I think of comes to me quickly. I lay there in my bed, pervertedness in my mind. I sleep naked under my blanket, pressed up against a pillow tonight. I pretend you're the pillow, pressed against my bare body, you're pulling me close against your own revealed skin. Pretending your arm is draped over my waist, I feel sleep coming over me. I break away from my happy thoughts, and get dressed for bed. Sleep arrived, I rest yet stay awake. It's 6:30 and my alarm's been turned off. I think that I did that myself. I get up, take a shower, and head to school. You meet me there, we start kissing, I want to jump into my plan. I climb into your lap, wanting to rub against you, but I don't want to get caught if I can. I remember the hallway, I'm praying that it's dark, I use an excuse to get there. "Yes! It's dark! My plan is in action!" I yell in my head. You explain that you're thinking pervertedly, I want to knowck you down and take you inside me. My backpack's in my locker, we're back in the darkness, my pervertedness is clawing at the walls of my mind. I can't take it anymore, I pull your body against mine, attacking your mouth with my own. You wrap your arms around me, and imediately place your hand between my legs, rubbing me. I wrap my arms tightly around your neck, grasping onto your shirt, pleasure has never felt so good. You stop after a while. I feel like I'm going to colapse, but you hold me up against you. We head into a more emptier place to explain my meaning of multi-tasking. I can barely stand up as we head back into the darkness, for you to prove your can do better. You attack my lips fiercely, I've always loved things rougher. You glide your hand down to the crease between my legs, just by your touch has made me weak. You rub me as hard as you can, as though there's no end, while you eat my mouth like a beast. I want to guide your hand into rubbing me harder, but if I let go of you I'll fall. You finally stop, and I almost colapse again. We walk on... continueing the normal part of of our lives.
Vanilla Wolf · Tue Oct 25, 2005 @ 07:15pm · 13 Comments |
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