She walked up and gently pushed me into the wall, wrapping her arm around my waist, pulling herself closer to me. She looked me in the eyes, waiting for permission to kiss me. I nodded breathless. Wanting to feel her body, I pulled her closer with my hands, feeling the curves of her body.
I decided to drag my ass to the gym for the third time this week, surprisingly. I was naturally thin, so the only thing motivating me to go to the gym was wanting muscle, which I wasn’t in a rush to gain. I scanned my key card at the door, and soaked in the usual gym stench. My eyes gazed through the gym, scanning the patrons who had decided to show up today. I shuffled with my heavy duffel bag into the locker room.
Levi was anxious to meet with Tom; it had been almost a month since they'd hung out in person, but their messages had brought up feeling in them both that would need to be expressed. Tom sat across from the tall and thin raven haired man, coffee drinks in hand.
"Hey Sydney! Do you want to sleep over tonight?" Kylie asked.
Tammy sat and watched as the camera continuously snapped pictures of the young lady who wore a cowboy hat and nothing else. Letting her eyes roam over the young girl's breasts, amazed how perfect they were. Admiring the flat, flawless stomach, and her sexy, tiny frame. Holding the box fan she walked to the left, so the model's hair would blow a little as Hank snapped his pictures.
Brie and Jenna have been in a loving relationship for two years already. Both in their late twenties, with very beautiful bodies and faces. When they would make love, there would be sparks all over the place. Their bed sheets smelled like a jasmine. Very often they would pleasure each other for hours. But, they didn't like the 69 pose. They'd rather divide their evenings so that one partner was the giver, and another the receiver.
It had been a terrible week. My moves on the new guy had gone unanswered, which was completely understandable seeing as he had a girlfriend. She came to pick him up after work and when I saw her I just went back home with my hopes crushed to a mush. If I wanted to get some action soon I would definitely have to start a Tinder account.
The high school I went to was like a fountain, constantly spewing out hot men. Year after year, hot guys would come from other districts around the county (this is not Hunger Games). When they simply walked around, they would kill me with looks and some kindness (sort of Hunger Games). In my grade, a lot of them walked in a pack, like wolves, but let's be honest, they were really gazelles that were too fast to bend over and eat from behind. While suffering from being love struck, my horniness was a temporary treatment. I was like a lion, an evolved lion in the grass, watching these gazelles, all ass up, tails pointing in the air, arching towards the ground, always eating and staying so fit. That made me wonder what else their mouths are good for (still referring to guys in high school, not actual gazelles). I wait, move up quietly, watch my primary target (which is the waist). Typically, I go for brunettes, but every now and then, I get a craving for blonde.
I once asked an ex girlfriend about the pleasures of lesbian sex. She confessed that her and her girlfriend "actually fucked."
You reminded me of New York. Where the filthy and sleepless streets sparked the recollection of your mouth between my thighs, while our bodies were parked in an alleyway at night. The gritty sounds flowing throughout the city made my pulse race, thighs quivering, while eating lunch on the freshly cut grass in Central Park. I haven't felt you this much in years. But just like this infectious and addictive city, you have a way of making me feel at home even when I'm lost.
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