Wednesday, June 08, 2005
I'd Kill a Dragon for You - Part 2
This story starts here.
I heard the phone ring and got up from my cozy seat behind Alex to answer it. It was Rose, whom I had just recently broken up with. Rose was also friends with Alex; in fact, I had Alex to thank for introducing me to Rose, my first girlfriend.
I didn’t tell Rose that Alex was there when she called. Rose and I weren’t on friendly terms yet at that point and in fact, I can’t imagine now why she was calling. Slightly aroused from writing with Alex and anxious to get back to him, I ended the call rather abruptly.
I must have been freaked out a little, because I then went and made myself a screwdriver from my parent’s liquor cabinet. When I came back, Alex convinced me to read over the whole paper and do a final round of edits. Alex and I switched places; he straddled me in the seat from behind. Again, he slid his hands under my shirt and began caressing my sides and the edges of my breasts. After the arousal was almost painful, he progressed to my nipples, which were by then alert and erect.
After just a minute or two, I couldn’t take it anymore. The sexual tension had been building for days, possibly weeks at this point. Writing together fueled my desire even further. I got up off the chair.
I wouldn't have screamed
No, I can't let you go
If the door wasn't closed
Alex stood up and moved away. But then surprisingly, he laid down on the couch just a few feet away. My heart was beating so fast - partly from fear and partly from arousal. Impulsively, I straddled him on the couch. I leaned in towards him, our faces reaching with that palpable energy only known to first kisses. And our lips met passionately.
No, I wouldn't have pulled you to me
No, I wouldn't have kissed your face
If we hadn't been there in the first place
The drink made me even more confused. I didn’t know how to read Alex and what he wanted. And I wasn’t certain of what I wanted either. Boundaries had been blurred already and were blurred even further by the alcohol. I was too afraid to speak any of these fears aloud, so I tried what I’d already learned from my prior experiences with boys.
I pulled Alex’s pants off.
He was only semi-erect, probably struck with the same sense of incredulity and fear as me. He had never been with a woman before. I stroked his cock and it hardened immediately. I eased myself down on him and...
Ah, but I know you wanted me to be there, oh oh oh
Every look that you threw told me so
(to be continued)
I heard the phone ring and got up from my cozy seat behind Alex to answer it. It was Rose, whom I had just recently broken up with. Rose was also friends with Alex; in fact, I had Alex to thank for introducing me to Rose, my first girlfriend.
I didn’t tell Rose that Alex was there when she called. Rose and I weren’t on friendly terms yet at that point and in fact, I can’t imagine now why she was calling. Slightly aroused from writing with Alex and anxious to get back to him, I ended the call rather abruptly.
I must have been freaked out a little, because I then went and made myself a screwdriver from my parent’s liquor cabinet. When I came back, Alex convinced me to read over the whole paper and do a final round of edits. Alex and I switched places; he straddled me in the seat from behind. Again, he slid his hands under my shirt and began caressing my sides and the edges of my breasts. After the arousal was almost painful, he progressed to my nipples, which were by then alert and erect.
After just a minute or two, I couldn’t take it anymore. The sexual tension had been building for days, possibly weeks at this point. Writing together fueled my desire even further. I got up off the chair.
I wouldn't have screamed
No, I can't let you go
If the door wasn't closed
Alex stood up and moved away. But then surprisingly, he laid down on the couch just a few feet away. My heart was beating so fast - partly from fear and partly from arousal. Impulsively, I straddled him on the couch. I leaned in towards him, our faces reaching with that palpable energy only known to first kisses. And our lips met passionately.
No, I wouldn't have pulled you to me
No, I wouldn't have kissed your face
If we hadn't been there in the first place
The drink made me even more confused. I didn’t know how to read Alex and what he wanted. And I wasn’t certain of what I wanted either. Boundaries had been blurred already and were blurred even further by the alcohol. I was too afraid to speak any of these fears aloud, so I tried what I’d already learned from my prior experiences with boys.
I pulled Alex’s pants off.
He was only semi-erect, probably struck with the same sense of incredulity and fear as me. He had never been with a woman before. I stroked his cock and it hardened immediately. I eased myself down on him and...
Ah, but I know you wanted me to be there, oh oh oh
Every look that you threw told me so
(to be continued)
Comments:
often times our flesh craves what it needs, and will harbor it's own desires.
don't forget people are either fish'n holes or fish'n poles. it happens.
don't forget people are either fish'n holes or fish'n poles. it happens.
Exile - I'm sorry to contradict your theory, but Alex is still gay and I've been married to the same woman for 7 years now. Both of our concepts of sex are a little broader than the good ol' in-and-out.
Jax - Sorry, I got distracted by my need to respond to Exile. Yeah, confusion can help... sometimes. ;-)
wow...that was very hot!
even with all the uncertainty....spontaneity and risk are equally erousing factors. ;) cheers.
even with all the uncertainty....spontaneity and risk are equally erousing factors. ;) cheers.
the best sex is bewildered sex.
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thanks for dropping by my blog. if you don't mind, i'd like to hook your blog up. i want to have ready access to this steamy stuff you write.
like il duce, my friend above, bewildered sex is precious. like losing your virginity again in the headiest, most sensual way. way to go, dear! and btw, still reading this at work, LOL!
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