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Monday. The stretching, the moaning, the writhing – who wants to get out of bed Monday morning and have the weekend be over? You'd made it my job to ensure that you didn't miss yet another psychology lecture, but my desire to keep your warm and hard body in the bed takes control. Suddenly I decide to extend the weekend by kissing my way down your sleeping torso and delivering a special wake-up gift...
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Tuesday. We leap from your car into the rain. A peal of thunder is released above us as we run across the parking lot, laughing and praying the brown paper bags keep their form and don't spill the food onto the ground. You jump into a puddle, sending a surge of water onto me, but it does nothing more than land on already soaking wet clothes. Inside, after we put the beer in the refrigerator and the chocolate ice cream into the freezer, it will only be a matter of time before we have to peel our clothes off of our bodies and warm up...
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Wednesday. I'm in a mood. Dirty texts and naughty selfies. The ends of my hair spilling onto the white down comforter. My t-shirt pulled tight, cupping my breasts while revealing my stomach. My fingers brushing against my green polka dot underwear while my creamy thighs rub together. I need you to figure out a way to drop everything you're working on at the library get yourself to my apartment a.s.a.p. to take care of this tingly, twitchy mess of hormones...
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Thursday. I look at my phone, uncross and recross my legs, and crane my neck. With every passing moment, my curiosity grows stronger. With every passing moment, I worry you're making a mess. I'm not allowed to leave the sofa while you lay out what you desire. A part of me thinks I never should have taken that bet. Another part can't deny the fun. You're empowered to pick anything for me to wear tonight. Are we going out? I wonder. Are we staying in? The door opens, and we exchange places as you sit on the sofa and I hurry down the hall to discover what you've chosen...
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Friday. You adjust the laptop, angling the screen so the camera captures the bed. It's movie night, but it's never been this kind of movie before. I couldn't resist the earnest, eager look in your eyes as you explained your fantasy of making a sex video. You step away from the laptop to make the bedroom lights brighter, and for a moment I catch a glimpse of myself - still fully clothed - on the screen. I can feel my heart beating in my ears as I watch you hit the record button and climb onto the bed...
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Saturday. We're standing at the bathroom, each of us brushing our teeth. My eyes watch you in the mirror. I can't turn away from letting myself trace the line down your chest, the dips and bends of the muscles in your arms, the subtly defined shape of your abdominals, the winking slice of your belly button. Suddenly our eyes meet and you grin. I look away and smile. In the periphery of my visions, I see your shape move and then I feel your cock - contained just so - brush against my ass. I look back into the mirror and understand your eyes as they silently say: right here, right now...
Spring's here and I just celebrated my reddit birthday and I guess I'm in a mood because of it. :) Do any of these scenarios sound enticing? Then put the name of the day as your message subject and come say hi! They all seem fun to me, and I don't know where this is going to take me. Keep the scene going if you want, or just introduce yourself and share your interests and where things might go.
I'm looking for writers who want to create realistic characters that we can develop with backstories and possible futures. I haven't posted in months, so please excuse the rustiness!
Submitted April 11, 2017 at 12:53AM by DecadentProse http://ift.tt/2pmGgYu dirtypenpals
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