approached me with cool, masculine steps that foretold a presence that stole the attention from anything around me. He seemed to be gliding towards me as I fought to regain the ability to breathe and think.
His touch was electric. It all felt so real. Silently, his mouth met mine and his tongue assaulted me romantically. I fell into the chest that I had stared at for months on end. I had imagined for so long having the ability to run my frail fingers over it. So I did. Frantically, my hands escaped underneath the polo tee that he wore, as if they were hiding from the cold. My skin attached to his like a starving bee to sweet honey.
And he too attached to me. His aggressively alluring grasp was all over my body. We kissed as if kissing wasn’t enough. We touched as if touching wasn’t enough. I wanted to verbalize how happy and thankful I was that he had given my heart the opportunity to be in his presence, but I couldn’t formulate my gratitude in words. I could only show him by running my fingernails against his chest, allowing my tongue to dance with his, and sucking his succulent bottom lip.
The only sound that escaped my lips was, “Mmmm,” in sweet surprise as his tongue found my neck.
Suddenly, I was jolted into reality against my will. Tyler’s penetration snatched me out of my sleep. He was deep inside of my walls that were leaking anticipation of Justin. His tongue was lapping the most sensitive area of my neck.
Unlike the mundane sex that I was usually subjected to, it was dramatic, intriguing, and arousing.
“Oh my God,” left my throat in surprise as I felt more orgasmic than I ever felt before.
“I love you,” was whispered into my ear as I kept my eyes tightly shut.
I wanted to remain in my dream...with him .
Justin’s last words to me played over and over again in my head: I can’t share you.
I didn’t want him to either.
Nine
“Justin…I mean, Tyler is being weird.”
I wasn’t even ashamed of getting the two of them mixed up. I was too engulfed in the confusion of my once jerk boyfriend being so freaking loving and… into me .
I was so happy when Sabrina finally made it to my father’s home in Dyer. We were sitting around the fire pit that blazed high red flames. Many of his cop friends were in attendance, including Brad Miller, which I was sure was the only reason Sabrina glided through the patio doors resembling the main girl in a Justin Bieber video. Her jeans were tight, her heels were high, her hair was big, and her shirt was…tiny.
Since I had to work that evening, I went ahead and brought Ginger along to the bon fire. If I was really going to do this -and the grand I made the night before had solidified that I indeed was - I needed to be Ginger all the time. Which I believe had everything to do with Tyler suddenly being under me.
“How is he being weird?”
Though speaking to me, Sabrina’s eyes were on Brad Miller as he clutched a Blue Moon while leaning against the siding of the home talking to my dad.
My dad caught my eyes and winked at me. Even though he left my mom, admittedly he never left me. He wasn’t there for us like he should have been because he remarried a year after leaving my mom. He and his wife never had children, but being five years his junior, his wife kept my dad fairly busy for the first few years of their marriage. However, I visited on the weekends appointed by the court for years until I turned eighteen and was old enough to hang with dear old dad whenever I saw fit. He and I would never have the close knit relationship that I have with my mother, but he was that father figure that noticed that his once pale, unpolished little girl had walked into his home dressed as if my Halloween costume was a confident redhead in shorts, blouse, and even heels that I’d inherited from Sabrina’s Goodwill pile.
After days of muddling around in her shoes for one reason or another, I had finally become accustomed to wearing the five to six inch sticks
His touch was electric. It all felt so real. Silently, his mouth met mine and his tongue assaulted me romantically. I fell into the chest that I had stared at for months on end. I had imagined for so long having the ability to run my frail fingers over it. So I did. Frantically, my hands escaped underneath the polo tee that he wore, as if they were hiding from the cold. My skin attached to his like a starving bee to sweet honey.
And he too attached to me. His aggressively alluring grasp was all over my body. We kissed as if kissing wasn’t enough. We touched as if touching wasn’t enough. I wanted to verbalize how happy and thankful I was that he had given my heart the opportunity to be in his presence, but I couldn’t formulate my gratitude in words. I could only show him by running my fingernails against his chest, allowing my tongue to dance with his, and sucking his succulent bottom lip.
The only sound that escaped my lips was, “Mmmm,” in sweet surprise as his tongue found my neck.
Suddenly, I was jolted into reality against my will. Tyler’s penetration snatched me out of my sleep. He was deep inside of my walls that were leaking anticipation of Justin. His tongue was lapping the most sensitive area of my neck.
Unlike the mundane sex that I was usually subjected to, it was dramatic, intriguing, and arousing.
“Oh my God,” left my throat in surprise as I felt more orgasmic than I ever felt before.
“I love you,” was whispered into my ear as I kept my eyes tightly shut.
I wanted to remain in my dream...with him .
Justin’s last words to me played over and over again in my head: I can’t share you.
I didn’t want him to either.
Nine
“Justin…I mean, Tyler is being weird.”
I wasn’t even ashamed of getting the two of them mixed up. I was too engulfed in the confusion of my once jerk boyfriend being so freaking loving and… into me .
I was so happy when Sabrina finally made it to my father’s home in Dyer. We were sitting around the fire pit that blazed high red flames. Many of his cop friends were in attendance, including Brad Miller, which I was sure was the only reason Sabrina glided through the patio doors resembling the main girl in a Justin Bieber video. Her jeans were tight, her heels were high, her hair was big, and her shirt was…tiny.
Since I had to work that evening, I went ahead and brought Ginger along to the bon fire. If I was really going to do this -and the grand I made the night before had solidified that I indeed was - I needed to be Ginger all the time. Which I believe had everything to do with Tyler suddenly being under me.
“How is he being weird?”
Though speaking to me, Sabrina’s eyes were on Brad Miller as he clutched a Blue Moon while leaning against the siding of the home talking to my dad.
My dad caught my eyes and winked at me. Even though he left my mom, admittedly he never left me. He wasn’t there for us like he should have been because he remarried a year after leaving my mom. He and his wife never had children, but being five years his junior, his wife kept my dad fairly busy for the first few years of their marriage. However, I visited on the weekends appointed by the court for years until I turned eighteen and was old enough to hang with dear old dad whenever I saw fit. He and I would never have the close knit relationship that I have with my mother, but he was that father figure that noticed that his once pale, unpolished little girl had walked into his home dressed as if my Halloween costume was a confident redhead in shorts, blouse, and even heels that I’d inherited from Sabrina’s Goodwill pile.
After days of muddling around in her shoes for one reason or another, I had finally become accustomed to wearing the five to six inch sticks
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