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Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Bathroom Break

If I tell you to go to the bathroom right now. To place your hand between your legs, and touch yourself there. To call me as you do it. Imagine me there too, against the wall. Will you? And moan for me?
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You want me to?
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Will you?
You want me to?
Tell me.
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Go.
Call me when you are wet, panting and on the edge.
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Short of breath. At the table. Sucking on an artichoke.
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Go.
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Sucking. The artichoke. Imagining you in my mouth.
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Go.
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Tell me.what to do.
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What are you wearing?
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I'm wearing the white shirt you first kissed me in. It still smells like you. And jeans. As usual.
White bra...with lace....that your hands are always in. Lately.
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I want you to take the palm of your hand. The space where you palm connects with your wrist and brush it discretely across your nipples. Feel it through your shirt and the white lace of your bra. Feel me.

Your hand, beneath the table. Between your legs. The roughness of the denim against the softness of you there, fullness. And imagine me. Feel me. My hands. My breath on your neck. My panting.

And when the feel of me there is too much. When you are too full, too wet, too sweet. Excuse yourself from the table, go to the bathroom and call me.
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Here....red room. Locked door. The waiter I passed by has no idea. Oh. Men. Tell me.
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Your hands. Beneath your shirt.
Your fingers, teasing the tip of those divine nipples. Twirling then tight. The way you like it.
The button of your jeans open. Your hand, fingers teasing. Through the fabric of your underwear.
You should be short of breath and panting sweetly now.
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Tell me.
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Your fingers, between your lips suckling. And wet then touching yourself there. Inside the fabric. Between the folds. Wet. Full. Wanting.
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Here....in the bathroom....it's freezing. I've been gone too long. I touch ................ feel you. Taste.....like me though.
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Shall I talk you through. Do you need me? In your ear?
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Wet. Silky folds. Deep breath. Rocking.
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Run your hands across. Back and forth with the sway of your hips. Imagine me there. My hands. My hips. Rocking against yours.
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Yesssssssss....
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Ever find yourself against the cold door of a bathroom stall? in a crowded restaurant? melting?

-- Post From My iPhone

5 comments:

Topaz said...

I like those naughty moments, where you know no one else in that restaurant at that moment wants it more than you do...

VIN said...

The chance of being caught, in a place you aren't supposed to be, is the hottest thing. Love those moments.

Playfully Yours said...

Very HOT moment in the bathroom...cold door on your back....Yes

Anonymous said...

Oh sinfully delicious!

Pink Vixxxen said...

JEAH!! We're baaa-aaack!