- Random photo. Just because we can. Photo courtesy of Leon Muli. Click for photoblog.
“I’ll kiss you before the end of this night.”
“Ha ha! No you won’t!”
He smiled, as they both walked their different ways. He was sure they’d meet sometime that night. The kiss a lingering possibility.
***
As he got home that night, seeing her for the first time after a long while felt like a tornado just ripped through his thoughts.
‘You had it together man, you had it together. She can’t take you out like this; what the hell?’
Among the last thoughts on replay in his mind: ‘What if…?’
***
“She's into superstitions/black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition/that girl's gonna make me fall
She's into new sensations/new kicks in the candle light
She's got a new addiction/for every day and night
She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.
She'll make you live her crazy life but she'll take away your pain
like a bullet to your brain. Come On…”
The song blared in his ear as his phone’s alarm went off for the morning.
‘Dammit.’
He barely opened his eyes as he selected “Snooze”. Smiled to himself as he thought, ‘Yeah, you’re the only nut who’d have Ricky Martin as their wake up track. The energy works.’
He turned in his bed, pulled the covers back on.
***
He headed for the shower, took a quick shower and returned to his room, boxer shorts on, towel draped over his shoulders. He turned to lock the door behind him. Soon as he turned back to head for his wardrobe, he got startled out of his wits.
She was right there in front of him.
Seeing her always tested his sanity.
Hair combed to cover one side of her face. Not a strand out of place. Eyebrows accurately tweezed. Light touch of eyeliner highlighting her eyes to give her a seductive feline look. Just the right amount of gloss to her already alluring lips. Nothing more. A natural beauty.
Spaghetti top. Strapless bra. Her nipples straining through the material; he tried convincing himself that it was because of the morning cold. Tried.
His mind drew a blank.
She had what he thought was a naughty smirk on her face.
“Good morning babe,” she said in her sultry voice, her hand brushing against the front of his boxer shorts. Intentional, was it?
She pushed him, backing him up against the door, her lips inches away from him, using her body to tease him.
She smiled.
He knew that smile. He had seen that smile before. A smile that said, “I have you in my power, I know it, and I’ll wield it.”
His gaze moved from her lips. Downwards. His hands settled on her hips.
She sighed. Almost in expectation.
She pushed herself further into his warm embrace. Their bodies beginning to grind against each other.
He saw her bite her lip. He leaned in.
Every nerve of their being tingled as their lips met. It had been so long since they last kissed…
Their breathing grew deeper with each passing moment, the fires in their souls only getting hotter. Their hands began exploring each other’s form, each one taking their time to savour each moment. The tension between them had been building for the longest time. It was as though there was a silent agreement between them: It’s been a long time coming. And we’ll make it worth it for now and the times to come.
She felt his fingers make gentle circles on her skin, dancing around the base of her back. She knew he was teasing. Her skin felt alive at his touch. Feathery, yet tantalizing.
Then he suddenly increased the pressure. She gasped.
And back to the feathery touch.
He loved it.
Their kiss grew more passionate, more wanting, their bodies furiously rubbing against each other.
She broke the kiss, opening her eyes to look at him. He opened his eyes, almost dreamily, a moment after.
She pulled him towards the bed, lying on her back as she felt his body’s weight following hers.
His lips caressed the skin on her neck, her sighs increasing…
“She's into superstitions/black cats and voodoo dolls
I feel a premonition/that girl's gonna make me fall…”
The song blared in his ear as his phone’s alarm went off for the second time that morning.
‘Dammit.’
He looked at the time. 6.33 am.
Late for his daily 7 o’clock.
His mind got into hyperdrive. As he made for the shower, the question crossed his mind again.
‘What if...?’
Hehehe! Your kind of woman Sketch??
Posted by: Marcus Olang' | 27/07/2010 at 01:14 PM
YO DO YOU GIVE OUT NUMBERS OF MODELS YOU USE???!
I WANT THIS ONE!HAHAHA
Posted by: the sketch | 26/07/2010 at 07:28 PM
It's now called Wet Wednesday, eh? As concerns the running away, I don't know...
Posted by: Marcus Olang' | 16/07/2010 at 10:09 AM
There's no running away from Wet Wednesdays is there?
Posted by: Pinkmem.wordpress.com | 14/07/2010 at 03:57 PM