I think I'm just going to spit some raw thought:
Biting scratching soft skin. Grabbing and holding hair, pulling, pulling... SMACK. So thirsty and nothing to drink but a bottle of Bushmills and each other. Buried in each other in so many more ways than one drinking. Catching the dripping sweat that slides off her nipples and he's still thirsty. Rolling, twisting, not to get away but to get closer and deeper. His mind so focused of her and the imagine of her that he can't let go, no release. She tries not to and it comes out in little bite-off cries, not any words that you'll find in the dictionary, but "Pleasure" is clearly the definition . With complete disregard for anyone else they continue to bite, scratch, grab, hold, pull, pull, smack, drip, drink, thirst, roll, twist...closer...deeper...collapse.
Between the scratches, the bites, and the sore muscles I should have no trouble sleeping and having some pretty sweet dreams.
Biting scratching soft skin. Grabbing and holding hair, pulling, pulling... SMACK. So thirsty and nothing to drink but a bottle of Bushmills and each other. Buried in each other in so many more ways than one drinking. Catching the dripping sweat that slides off her nipples and he's still thirsty. Rolling, twisting, not to get away but to get closer and deeper. His mind so focused of her and the imagine of her that he can't let go, no release. She tries not to and it comes out in little bite-off cries, not any words that you'll find in the dictionary, but "Pleasure" is clearly the definition . With complete disregard for anyone else they continue to bite, scratch, grab, hold, pull, pull, smack, drip, drink, thirst, roll, twist...closer...deeper...collapse.
Between the scratches, the bites, and the sore muscles I should have no trouble sleeping and having some pretty sweet dreams.