Kids are always joyful when they’re allowed to play in the backyard but playing never feels as good as when you’re an adult and you’re sitting on the edge of the couch with nothing but his t-shirt on and he’s sitting across from you with his eyes fixed on your spread legs and a melting scotch in his hand while his tongue runs slowly through his lips.
I never needed much alcohol anyway, always preferred to lose my clothes while completely sober but tonight I just had to. Truth or dare isn’t fun if clothes aren’t coming off but I may have just lost to him, or so I let him believe.
It’s my turn to play now. This is my favorite song and I’m out scotch. He still has to decide his next move and I already know which is mine. I slowly close my legs and walk away, I know he hasn’t lost sight of me and now I can’t resist the melody. My arms are up in the air, my head is waving and my hips are moving from side to side. I can hear him walking behind me but I need his touch now.
Just as if I had a genie granting my wishes, he pushed himself against me. His hands are on my hips following their swinging but he wants to play. Softly touches my breasts with one hand and grabs an ice with the other. He knows ice drives me crazy and runs it through my neck, his warm tongue after the cold ice makes me wet and I can’t help but moan.
He’s running his cold fingers under my shirt while I slowly press my ass against him. Breathing gets heavy and my subtle moans make him harder, his fingers only get so far, his teasing to touch me makes my pelvis tickle but this is war and whoever comes first loses.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/hb823g/this_is_war_part_1
Holy. Fuck. This is beautifully stimulating, and leaves so much more to be desired!! Keep it up.
This is amazing. I’d Love to work (or play) together on something someday, you have a beautifully elegant and sensual tone.