His body numbed slowly. His heart stopped but it seemed that his life was
prolonging. He heard a voice, something familiar. His heart started again.
Eye shot open Nny shot up and let out a blood curdling scream as his lungs
filled with air. It didn't hurt to stop breathing so why did it hurt to
start again?
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED," Vivi screamed, "your face matched your damn hair! What did you do to yourself."
He rolled over onto his hands and knees. His sight was still blurry as he was coughing. Red dripped down from his mouth, he was coughing up blood.
"Johnny what is wrong," Vivi was terribly worried.
She turned him to sit against the counter gently wiping the blood from his mouth. They looked at each other. The mood suddenly changed. Nothing mattered anymore, they were together. Vivi felt comfort but she wanted something more.
Johnny slowly slithered his hands past her hips to massage her lower back. She held him close looking deep into his eyes. He was frightened, frightened for something she knows he's waited so long for. Love. It was a scary thing, especially to someone who's never experienced it.
"everyday when we were apart it hurt," she whispered, "no longer will we ever be apart," she continued her dress gently falling off her shoulders.
Her fingers slowly crept up his shirt, gently lingering, massaging and caressing him. He let out a shaken sigh as he tilted back his head, nervous by her cold touch. He was uncomfortable with this but yet, he didn't want it to stop. He was afraid but curious. Utterly confused. She lifted off his shirt.
"Do not be afraid Nny," she whispered gradually reaching into his skin tight pants, "this is my love I have, and I wish to share it with you."
She carefully lowered him to the floor. His pale face slowly turned pinkish. She smiled because she knew why, "it's a bodily function my dear, nothing to be embarrassed about."
She sat on his stomach looking down at the bared boy. It must have been feverishly embarrassing. Going from an inward and closed troubled man, to an open and exposed one. She moved slightly, together as one.
Her legs straddling his body she smiled moving slow and steady, "you cannot escape me," she whispered pulling his body up against the counter.
They were sewn together or so it seemed. As their movement became more in sync Johnny let out a squeak biting his lips. He was to frightened to frightened to let it all out. To afraid of what would happen. It's not like he's never had sex before, but this... this was different. It felt different, everything about it was different. Was it love? His head was spinning. Sweat dripped down his face as she moved in and out in and out it was all too much. Thoughts flying through his head. Would he later regret this? What did this all mean? What was this feeling? Why wasn't it the same as the other times? It was more... emotionally attached. More than just bodily friction.
The voice of Vivi calmed him down, "let it go Johnny," she was breathing hard and steady, "let it all go, let me free you."
He didn't want to, he was much to afraid, to embarrassed. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. Minutes passed by, his breathing deep and heavy. Her movement, her moans, his grip slowly slipping away. He couldn't stand it any longer. He tilted his head back and let out a moan.
"That's it Johnny," she said, "let it all out."
He grabbed her tightly groaning loudly. He closed his eyes tighly digging his nails into he back. Their moans becoming musical, beautiful.
"Vi," he gently muttered supressed by all the commotion.
"yes nny," she moaned slightly running her hands through his hair.
"i... I love you Vi," he couldn't believe he said that. No doubt about it there was definatly feelings there. Powerful feelings... but... to let it out. Just like that? That was so unlike him.
She smiled and blushed a little, "I love you too Nny. Every inch of my soul I am sharing with you. All for you, I want to please you, and love you. Nothing more."
His abruptness was caught him. Perhaps he was letting go... letting go of everything.
{well this one sure got me aroused and I was the one writing it!}
"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED," Vivi screamed, "your face matched your damn hair! What did you do to yourself."
He rolled over onto his hands and knees. His sight was still blurry as he was coughing. Red dripped down from his mouth, he was coughing up blood.
"Johnny what is wrong," Vivi was terribly worried.
She turned him to sit against the counter gently wiping the blood from his mouth. They looked at each other. The mood suddenly changed. Nothing mattered anymore, they were together. Vivi felt comfort but she wanted something more.
Johnny slowly slithered his hands past her hips to massage her lower back. She held him close looking deep into his eyes. He was frightened, frightened for something she knows he's waited so long for. Love. It was a scary thing, especially to someone who's never experienced it.
"everyday when we were apart it hurt," she whispered, "no longer will we ever be apart," she continued her dress gently falling off her shoulders.
Her fingers slowly crept up his shirt, gently lingering, massaging and caressing him. He let out a shaken sigh as he tilted back his head, nervous by her cold touch. He was uncomfortable with this but yet, he didn't want it to stop. He was afraid but curious. Utterly confused. She lifted off his shirt.
"Do not be afraid Nny," she whispered gradually reaching into his skin tight pants, "this is my love I have, and I wish to share it with you."
She carefully lowered him to the floor. His pale face slowly turned pinkish. She smiled because she knew why, "it's a bodily function my dear, nothing to be embarrassed about."
She sat on his stomach looking down at the bared boy. It must have been feverishly embarrassing. Going from an inward and closed troubled man, to an open and exposed one. She moved slightly, together as one.
Her legs straddling his body she smiled moving slow and steady, "you cannot escape me," she whispered pulling his body up against the counter.
They were sewn together or so it seemed. As their movement became more in sync Johnny let out a squeak biting his lips. He was to frightened to frightened to let it all out. To afraid of what would happen. It's not like he's never had sex before, but this... this was different. It felt different, everything about it was different. Was it love? His head was spinning. Sweat dripped down his face as she moved in and out in and out it was all too much. Thoughts flying through his head. Would he later regret this? What did this all mean? What was this feeling? Why wasn't it the same as the other times? It was more... emotionally attached. More than just bodily friction.
The voice of Vivi calmed him down, "let it go Johnny," she was breathing hard and steady, "let it all go, let me free you."
He didn't want to, he was much to afraid, to embarrassed. His eyes rolled into the back of his head. Minutes passed by, his breathing deep and heavy. Her movement, her moans, his grip slowly slipping away. He couldn't stand it any longer. He tilted his head back and let out a moan.
"That's it Johnny," she said, "let it all out."
He grabbed her tightly groaning loudly. He closed his eyes tighly digging his nails into he back. Their moans becoming musical, beautiful.
"Vi," he gently muttered supressed by all the commotion.
"yes nny," she moaned slightly running her hands through his hair.
"i... I love you Vi," he couldn't believe he said that. No doubt about it there was definatly feelings there. Powerful feelings... but... to let it out. Just like that? That was so unlike him.
She smiled and blushed a little, "I love you too Nny. Every inch of my soul I am sharing with you. All for you, I want to please you, and love you. Nothing more."
His abruptness was caught him. Perhaps he was letting go... letting go of everything.
{well this one sure got me aroused and I was the one writing it!}