Saturday. 3.29.08 11:23 pm
'The art of being fucked is to fuck like it is an art."
two people.
two worlds.
two minds.
two lives.
brought together for one night.
They were virtually strangers just a a few days before.
If it weren't for their misfortune for the elevator they were riding to get stuck they would have never have met.
Nor be able to share this moment with one another.
Cotton.
Denim.
Clothing.
Torn.
Falling to the floor.
Heat of the moment.
Lips touch.
Tongue tips mingle sliding past one another
Colliding into one another clumsily.
Wet.
Hands touch.
Hands move to places rarely touched by others.
The want.
The need.
Touch.
Breath growing more ragged with each intake.
Pulse steadily increasing in rate.
Moan.
Grope.
Caress.
Flesh against flesh.
Riding.
Grinding.
Sexual frustration finally giving way.
Hand on breast.
Mouth wrapped around a mound of flesh.
Bite.
Nibble.
Suck.
Sweet nectar exchanged between the two.
Eyes locked.
Fire.
Desire.
Lust.
The Want.
The Need.
Flesh into flesh.
Thrust.
Gently and slow.
Grows.
Fast and rough.
Pleasure with the fine line of pain.
Rising.
falling.
Rise again.
Higher and higher.
Senses overloading.
Tensed muscles.
Looking over the top before the big drop.
Climax.
Clothes torn fixed and placed on its rightful place.
Final words.
Final looks.
Final goodbye.
Exit room.
Chance to look back?
No.
Never.
Ever.
One Night Stand
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