55 Fiction Fridays!
After the party, off to bed. Both of us in just boxers.Later, roll onto side, hand ends up on his hip,
Sliding forward, into the tent there created.
Holding breath, anxious, nervous. Surrepticiously grasping.
He rolls onto his back, affording greater access.
Heart pounding, adreneline pumping, breath heaving.
First time.
…But not the last.
POLT
Listening to "Sugar Baby Love" by The Rubettes
5 comments:
Oh my goodness Polt!
Im almost blushing.
that was hawt
:P
Soooooo I have to know...are those YOUR feet and someone elses or did you google?
Unfortunately, I googled.
*wiping sweat from brow*
Whew!
hehe
That doesn't sound like fiction at all!
Oooh, Polt! Hot 55! Hope you have a hot weekend, as well... and I'm not talkin' air temps! ;-)
Hugs,
Snow
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