metalmarna

First, it was a play with the eyes. We were like highschool kids walking in the hallways, trying not to be obvious that we were looking at one another. But as soon as we both got caught, we would giggle, turn around and smile all the way to class.

Second, a whisper. We'd talk in silence. But - oh - that sweet voice from his sweet mouth, just to think of it now makes my nipples hard.

Then, it was a touch. His fingers caressing my thigh. Playing with the garder to my fishnets. Or taking back the hair in front of my face, so slightly - sending tingles down my spine.

Soon, it was a warm hug and intense flirting. His face would be in front of mine, just enough for me to smell his breath, but not enough to move fast for a kiss. Not yet.

Later, it happened. The kiss. The wet, hot kiss that made my pussy ferment with dew. It was long and passionate. The kind of kiss you see in movies that make you hard and horny - the kind you wanna take your girl or guy home as soon as possible so you can fuck them sweetly.

Now, I know the taste of his come. Succulent, like vanilla chocolate. I never knew a man could taste this good.

He kills me with his poison.



UPDATE: APRIL 5, 2005 2:22 am

Holy shit! HOFF NIGHT was awesome.




david hasselhoff forever!


p.s. yeah, erotica and hasselhoff . . . that's enough to make you puke. (but I had to let you know about hoff night.)