a/n edited a little
A cigarette was held between two fingers, the tip the only light at the open window. A drag was taken, the smoke exhaled softly into the night air. Someone walked up behind, taking the cigarette and inhaling, long and deep. The cigarette was thrown out the window, and both watched until they could see the orange tip hitting the streets below. A warm breeze came in through the window, unusual for that time of year, yet carrying on it the scent the coming winter. Candles were lit, and their eyes adjusted to the light. One began to undress and the others eyes filled with lust and desire. When the first was finished with their cloths, they moved towards the other and began to remove their clothes as well, ripping the fabric in their haste.
Coarse touch, rough caress, hard kiss.
They moved towards a nearby couch, lying down. One entered the other, moving slowly at first, quickly increasing in speed. Fire spread through their veins, sweat beads forming on their bodies, as their passion soared.
Heat rises, arousal flares, desire consumes
Faster and faster, their bodies moving together in rhythmic motions. Intensity builds, and they keep going on.
A moan escapes ones lips, the other calls a name, both are at the threshold.
Release, they are freed together, unable to form words, unintelligible sounds escape their lips. Their movements slow, soft, steady, as each tries to regain their breath.
Deep breath, soft sigh, silence.
As both begin to regain composure, as breathing slowly returns to normal, they untangle their limbs. One gets up and walks to the bathroom. They close the door; the sounds of running water are soon heard. The other sits there, head in hands, wondering how it all came to be this way. How they both hated what they had become, hating their need for the other, yet unable to break away.
Tears fall from ones eyes, while the other pushes them away.
Standalone or do I continue? r/r
A cigarette was held between two fingers, the tip the only light at the open window. A drag was taken, the smoke exhaled softly into the night air. Someone walked up behind, taking the cigarette and inhaling, long and deep. The cigarette was thrown out the window, and both watched until they could see the orange tip hitting the streets below. A warm breeze came in through the window, unusual for that time of year, yet carrying on it the scent the coming winter. Candles were lit, and their eyes adjusted to the light. One began to undress and the others eyes filled with lust and desire. When the first was finished with their cloths, they moved towards the other and began to remove their clothes as well, ripping the fabric in their haste.
Coarse touch, rough caress, hard kiss.
They moved towards a nearby couch, lying down. One entered the other, moving slowly at first, quickly increasing in speed. Fire spread through their veins, sweat beads forming on their bodies, as their passion soared.
Heat rises, arousal flares, desire consumes
Faster and faster, their bodies moving together in rhythmic motions. Intensity builds, and they keep going on.
A moan escapes ones lips, the other calls a name, both are at the threshold.
Release, they are freed together, unable to form words, unintelligible sounds escape their lips. Their movements slow, soft, steady, as each tries to regain their breath.
Deep breath, soft sigh, silence.
As both begin to regain composure, as breathing slowly returns to normal, they untangle their limbs. One gets up and walks to the bathroom. They close the door; the sounds of running water are soon heard. The other sits there, head in hands, wondering how it all came to be this way. How they both hated what they had become, hating their need for the other, yet unable to break away.
Tears fall from ones eyes, while the other pushes them away.
Standalone or do I continue? r/r