A written scene from the movie “carol”.
Her fingers danced around my shoulders. Lingering through my hair. I stared in front of me. Met with the reflection of us in the mirror. Just as though we were trapped in an old Victorian painting. Only much more naughty. My New Years has always been the same old story, sitting at home accompanied by a bottle of the cheapest champagne available. She placed her hand firmly on my shoulder. I gripped onto it, “I’m not alone this year”, I whispered. Looking up, her lust stricken gaze met with mine. My eyes, the size of the moon as she slowly undid her green and red robe. I watched in awe as the cream skin I had so longed to see was revealed to me. My nose, filled with the smell of her. Her head bowed down to mine. Our lips binedid together. The tangy taste of her long gone, glass of bubbles, filled my mouth. Our number was interrupted by “take me to bed”, she smiled. Placing a kind kiss on my auburn hair, she guided me over. A shadow of seduction followed closely behind. The unsuspecting bleak, pasty sheets crinkled with delight as she undid my robe. My eyes were transfixed on her scarlet red lips as they spoke, “I never looked like that”. Each word sending shivers down my already quaking body. Our bodies merged together. Our lips mimicking the same move. She had hunger in her eyes. I, prey, for her to devour. I had become afraid I may cut her from how sharp my nipples had become. But my fright was soon dismissed as a tingling sensation took over my body. Niagara Falls had escaped my pulsating pussy. My back, arched in satisfaction. My body, an earthquake. Every inch of me had become stained in her. The feeling of fascination for such a women was hard to shake. Leaving me weak to the knees, we lay there. Nothing but lust soaked sheets and a strong sense of salinity in the air remained. I swear I saw a shooting star twinkle through her blueberry eyes as she said, “my angel”, “straight from outer space”. My heart smiled. She pulled me close into her homely grip. Our tounges passionately intertwining once again. Grinning with every breathe I took. My eyes became heavy. I closed them. Wrapped up warm in the safety her her hold. Who knew such things would occur in the washed out town of Waterloo.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fm6fk8/a_night_to_remember