Just a little something I wrote just now. Hope you enjoy...
Completed 12/30/06
I'll never love him, and I don't think he'll ever love me. We are two different people from two different worlds with one common ground. We like to fuck.
I'll make him moan and gasp, and He'll make me squirm and scream. But I never beg and neither does he. I'll lick his lips and taste the sweat that slides down his face, but I won't kiss him and I won't cuddle after we fuck. He returns the favor and sometimes I will catch myself wishing he'll stay because it's so cold and I'm cold. And lonely.
I'm nibbling the outer shell of his ear, and he's mumbling words I can't comprehend. I move to his neck, biting and sucking on his pulse, loving his whimpers and moans. Pulling off his white, large T-Shirt, I move my fingers to grasp one of his maroon-dusty nipples, pinching the harden nub. I lick a nice, long stroke on the other and I feel his erection on my stomach, him gasping and mews. I'm moving back to his neck before he grabs my face and pulls me towards him and pushing our lips together. My mind is screaming no, but my lips are in a dance with his…His tongue biting my lower lips. I open them and give him entrance before realizing what we are doing and push away. He looks at me with bewilder eyes, swirling with lust and confusion.
This isn't suppose to be happening.
I move myself from him and grab my clothes. I quickly put them on before heading towards the door. I'm edging my hand closer to the doorknob but I look back at him and see him softly tearing up and I want to go over there and hold him and tell him it's okay but I open the door and walk out, silent tears falling from my face. I'll never love him and He can never love me. But I'm so cold and his lips were warm. Turning back, I reach out once again for the door but decide to run in the opposite direction. I feel his eyes watch me.