Temari
Flashbacks. I don't remember how I got home but all I remember are these flashbacks.
I stare into my swollen lips at my bathroom mirror, trying to believe they kissed him.
The feeling of my hand in his. The way he looked at me, gently placing his hand on my waist. - I take off my shoes and pull the zipper down. - The way he swung me to one side or the other, never letting go of my hand. He pushed me away and pulled me back to him, hugging me tightly. - My pants ant panties are going down my legs and falling on the ground. - His hands, tightly holding my waist, feeling my curves. The feeling of being thrown into the air. - My hand finding its way between my legs. - The time I thought he'll let me go and drop me on the ground yet I landed safely on his arm. His muscular arm. - My fingers explore the wetness. - His breath on my neck and a gentle kiss, which made me shudder. The way it stung me to look up at his face when I was beneath him. – My legs spread apart. - My heavy breathing I could no longer hide. His hand making way down towards my breasts, but bypassing them so teasingly. – One finger inside. - Finally - his lips on mine. The fierce kiss, growing more and more passionate. - I find my rhythm. - I forget my name. And his. – And I explode.
I find myself collapsed on the bathroom floor. I lift my hands before my eyes and in artificial bright bluish light I see them trembling. I close my eyes, recline my head against the bathtub and grin. Ripping the remaining clothes away from my body, I crawl into the bathtub and allow the hot water stream to engulf me before I finally totter towards my bed and fall asleep completely naked, exhausted, ecstatic.