I watched her hips sway slightly side to side as she walked into the kitchen. I couldn’t tell if she was put off by (or if she had even noticed) me staring at her, but my heart started to race at the idea that she was walking away perhaps a bit more lustily and purposefully than she had before. Undoubtedly, I was imagining things.are looking for, but I wanted to be upfront from the start. If you are just looking for plain ol’ meat-and-potatoe’s heterosexual sex, this might not be for you. Also, being part of a bigger whole, there is probably more background here than spicy sex. I know its not exactly this subs wheelhouse and i don’t except a flood of upvotes, but always love feedback from those who like this kind of writing!
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I sat out on the back porch of Tom’s house, sipping coffee and watching the morning mist evaporate as the sun rose higher over the horizon and baked off the moisture in the surrounding grass. It had rained the night before. Tom and I had curled up on a couch watching the late summer rain batter against the picture window in the study while basking in the warmth of the fire. We didn’t talk much, but just reveled in the moment; individually lost in our own thoughts, while fully aware of the other’s comfort and presence.