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Roses Fall (Lesbian)

by swishlib, added 2009-04-07 12:20:20

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Strawberries, the smell of strawberries . Me taking off that skimpy vest to taste the buds beneath. Deep breath, stop it. I am in Pick and Pay pushing my trolley through the isles trying to do shopping and all I can think of is taking that vest off and hearing your sigh.


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The mundane noise of the low hum of talk and shopping music mingling with the sex on my mind. I cannot believe that this ache follows me here.
Since your phone call to say that you would be coming over. I have been in over drive. The attraction, that frisson practically has me lame. I am making dinner for us. Tonight.
Milk must get milk. My mouth trails down between your breasts inhaling your Lacoste. Snapping your bra open an mouth claiming. Your sigh, your sigh.
Milk, ok, 2litres low fat. While I am here let get the cheese. What else was it I needed.
Your lips so soft tongue dancing on mine. Groaning I sink deeper into your mouth grabbing chunks of your curly locks in my hands. Pulling you even closer, no space between us.
STOP IT! I am getting strange stares. I think I have gone through two isles without pausing. I think I must look deranged. My nipples are poking through my t-shirt. I am breathing erratically. You disturb me. You haunt me. My stomach has slip knotted all day. I have a field of butterflies around me.
Yes, that’s what else I need. It broke yesterday. Focus. You have a house to clean when you get home. Fast now. Focus. Yes. The vacuum cleaners. Oh fuck no. Cliché sends me off again.
You are sucking the cream off my fingers as I feed you sugared strawberries with crème fraise. As you take each finger in your mouth, I am wetter. You stare into my eyes because you know… you know what I need.
I grab the cheapest and head for the wine. Red wine, cab sav, oh and some ice. Its summer. I could pass you the ice with my mouth melting mouth sucking, passing. Tasting.
I had better pay and get home. Wait, flowers. I freeze. You are there. Red roses, our eyes meet. I swallow. I push the trolley aside. They fall, I kiss you. I kiss you.


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