boris Posted February 15, 2009 Share Posted February 15, 2009 We sat down together and I wanted to talk. I wanted to ask her who she was, where we'd met, been before, but she just smiled and held my hand as we sat down on the hammock and started to swing above all those dead leaves. She kissed me once and then suddeny sneezed, a tiny beautiful sneeze, which made her smile even more and my heart started hurting because I couldn't shared her happiness, not knowing what it was or why it was or who for that matter I was - to her. So I lay there hurting, even when she sat on top of me, covering me in the folds of her dress, and her with no underwear and me doing nothing as her hands briefly unbuttoned by jeans and pulled me out of my underwear, placing me where it was rough and dry, until she sank down without a gasp, and then it was wet, and she was wet, and we were wet, rocking together beneath a small patch of overcast sky, brightening fast, her eyes watching the day come, one hand kneeding her dress, the other hand under her dress needing herself, her blonde hair covering her face, her knees tightening around my ribs, until she finally met that calendrical coming without a sound - the only sign - and then even though I had not come, she kissed me for the last time and climbed out of the hammock and went inside. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
lumpenprol Posted February 15, 2009 Share Posted February 15, 2009 congratulations on a post worse than weed's Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
boris Posted February 15, 2009 Author Share Posted February 15, 2009 lol Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
YEK Posted February 15, 2009 Share Posted February 15, 2009 it was all nice and poetic until she pulled his schlong out fuck valentines day *pumps fist in air* Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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Fred McGriff Posted February 15, 2009 Share Posted February 15, 2009 had it not been for the font i wouldve shat on this but the font makes it work Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest iep Posted February 15, 2009 Share Posted February 15, 2009 my heart started hurting because I couldn't shared her happiness, not knowing what it was or why it was or who for that matter I was - to her. So I lay there hurting Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest ward Posted February 15, 2009 Share Posted February 15, 2009 i've got a boner Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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