It's been a long day. I have a lot more driving to do. But I had to pull off the highway and find coffee that hasn't been brewed in a rest stop. I need an espresso machine, the smell of freshly ground beans, the spike of a caffeine infusion. I need a good coffee shop. I found it.
I also found you.
I walk to the counter and feel a catch in my lungs as I try to cough out my order. Latte, two shots, tall. I watch you turn around and bend down to pull the milk out of the small refrigerator on the floor. Your black skirt hugs your ass so wonderfully, your legs long and perfect, your low-top Chuck Taylors worn without socks. You bounce on your toes as you steam the milk, humming along to the Ramones as they play over the coffeeshop's stereo. I swoon.
My mind wanders. I've just seen you for the first time in my life, but I'm already imagining holding you, my hands exploring your body. I imagine my lips kissing my way up your legs, nestling between your thighs, your skirt hiked up, panties pulled to the side. My cheeks tickles your inner thighs as my tongue flicks up and down your slit. I imagine your fingers in my hair, your breathy voice begging me to kiss my way north and fuck you already.
I think of what happens after. My chin resting on the top of your head as you nuzzle into my chest, your fingertips walking over my skin. I think of your small frame gathered into my arms and I feel warmth in my belly and a yearning between my legs. I want that. I want it all.
I want to take you out to dinner; I want to walk arm-in-arm to cocktails at an out-of-the-way lounge. I want to walk with you along the cobblestone streets, holding hands, dipping into an alley and kissing you against a brick wall. I want to rub your thigh under the white table cloth of our dinner table as we work through a bottle of red. I want to see your eyes want me from across the table. I want to feel your hands on me as we leave the restaurant and stop to kiss on the dark street. I want to feel your hands in my hair, and to see a bloom of blush rise from your breastbone to your cheeks as we stand close, looking into each other's eyes.
My reverie breaks as the whoosh of the espresso machine stops. My eyes focus, my brain retreats from its daydream. You hand me my drink. I hear your voice...
What did you say?? I'm dying to know!
Here's what I love: Lust; attraction; desire; that moment when pent-up feelings finally get released in a flurry of flying garments, yearning lips and tangled limbs. I like the build up, the slow burn, the excitement of something new and wonderful
I also love to write. If you also get turned on by clean and active sentence constructions, let's talk:) And while I love a well-written paragraph, I'm not into gore, non-consensual stuff, etc.
Thanks for reading! Let me know if you want to pass some notes back and forth. I promise I'll be attentive, grammatical, occasionally witty.
Submitted September 21, 2016 at 02:11AM by letitgobear http://ift.tt/2cHlvpT dirtypenpals
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