"Well, you're great at it," I say, in a marveling kind of murmur. My eyes track down that pretty, pretty flush, resting on a collarbone for a moment before I just stare at her breasts. Just devour them with my eyes, the perfect bared pink-tipped curve of them. I'm suddenly aware that there seems to be more saliva in my mouth than usual, suddenly very conscious of how my tongue feels in my mouth.
I find it pressed briefly to the center of my upper lip and reach out with both hands, still no idea what I'm doing, continuing to be so enraptured as not to worry, pressing her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Just to see. "I just want- I really want-" I say, not quite sure of what the end of the sentence is.
To do more before my anxiety meter runs up. No, no, don't consider it. Don't call it up.
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Date: 2014-02-13 08:54 am (UTC)I find it pressed briefly to the center of my upper lip and reach out with both hands, still no idea what I'm doing, continuing to be so enraptured as not to worry, pressing her nipples between thumb and forefinger. Just to see. "I just want- I really want-" I say, not quite sure of what the end of the sentence is.
To do more before my anxiety meter runs up. No, no, don't consider it. Don't call it up.