Yet another sun rises and I am still awake.
I spent until 3 am babysitting some kids.
The night before I spent over at my parents house getting fucked up with my brother and his friends.
The night before that is where we will focus:
I lay there, resting my head in his lap, watching T.V; tired as hell and almost in an oblivious state of mind. His one hand was rested on my side, and with the other, his fingers running through my hair had my senses heightened and my soul at ease. It had been so long since someone has run their hands through my hair. *Purrs * I love to be petted. I could be touched all night, every night, and probably never get sick of it. Eventually the lights go out, and just the sounds of the T.V., his rhythmic breathing, and the rumbling of his stomach remain. Slowly he reaches down to my chest and begins to touch me softly. I think about what is going on for a brief moment and ponder stopping him, but I don’t; instead I close my eyes and take in the sensations that are overcoming me. His hand reaches up and softly caresses my neck, my cheeks and then over to my lips. I contemplate teasing him with my tongue, but hold back for the moment. His hand glides from my chest, down my body, and onto my inner thighs. His other hand, which is still caressing my face, has found my lips once again; I cannot resist. My tongue meets his fingers and beings to play; wrapping around them one by one. I begin to notice his hand has begun to travel from my inner thighs to an even more intimate area; touching me, I can feel my body begin to tingle; those butterflies that have not been around for so long have come full force to play with my senses. He leans in to kiss me and ask if we should retreat into the other room. I hesitate for a moment; ‘should I or shouldn’t I’? ‘Fuck it’! I follow him into the other room where it is even darker. He leaves the room to turn off the T.V. that we had forgotten to turn of. In the meantime I pull back the black, sheer, curtains that make a haunting shell surrounding his bed, and climb in. Lying there, I wait for him to return. He enters the shell with me and through the dark his lips meet mine; our tongues begging to play with one another, tasting, and teasing the other making them want more. He pulls back to take off his shirt; I sit up and he begins to help me remove mine as well. I help him remove the shirt with ease. He attempts to unclamp my bra with little success, so I stop him, reach behind me and undo it myself. He laughs asking, ‘why is it so easy for girls?’ I giggle stating sarcastically, ‘lots of practice’! His lips swiftly met mine again, and I fall back onto the pillow. I find his kiss more eager now, filled of lust and hunger. His hand finds my breast and gently fondles it. I can feel the excitement and energy growing between us. His lips leave my mouth and find my neck again; kissing down, beyond my neck, taking my chest into his mouth, taunting me, and teasing me. I arch my back in pleasure. He leaves my breast and beings his way slowly upwards, he pauses and begins to bite; sucking, I can feel him draining small amounts of blood as I begin to moan with excitement and delight. His hand slips down my body slowly, my body begins to tingle as he finds me, his fingers greeting me; my breath grows heavier and I moan as they enter me. My whole body shakes and as he bites harder on my chest. He plays inside of me, making me quiver as his lips travel up my neck, finding my lips, and our tongues greet one another. Sadly I cannot finish and my body is shaking like crazy. I let him know that I cannot take anymore; there is too much confusion of lust, and enjoyment, and regret, and doubts to continue any further. His fingers exit me, but his lips continue to enjoy mine. Down my neck he goes, stopping there and sucking, stopping to bite occasionally. Eventually he renders himself and ends with several gentle kisses. Holding onto one another for a short time he eventually leaves me for a bathroom break. My head swarms wondering what it is I have done. Do I regret this? At first I had regretted the last time it happened with him, but then didn’t really care much after a while. I feel a little uncomfortable having my body exposed when he returns to the room. The closet light is on and he sits on the floor next to me to have a cigarette. We are silent for a few minutes; this is how it was the first time, those awkward minutes after doing something we shouldn’t have; wondering what the other is thinking, and trying to understand our own thoughts. I can’t remember who broke the silence first. This time it was different. Once we began to talk it was as if nothing had happened. I was back at ease as we began to talk, and since my body was most hidden behind the sheer, black, curtains I didn’t feel too terribly exposed. He began to show me things that he found to be somewhat embarrassing to show others and I laughed, enjoying this showing of his vulnerability. Eventually I gathered up my things because the clock was nearing 4 am and he had to work later in the day. He walked me to my car and we said goodnight, his leaving me with a simple kiss. As he left I drew in a deep breath of the early morning air, feeling the bitterness greet my lungs, and watching the steam exit my mouth and rise to greet the stars. I started my car and headed home to a lonely bed that had once been a place for two.
Hmmmmm BAAAAD VAMPIRE! ;)
