The Red Couch - 1
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You: Standing in the center of a non-descript room.
Stark, plain white walls.
Red, plush couch against the back wall.
You: Wearing a long-sleeve button-up shirt and khaki pants.
Belt snakes through loops. Barefoot.
Just standing there, looking somewhat forlorn,
You hide your hands in your pockets...
I walk up to you.
Me: Touching the center of your well-defined form.
Chills, up the spine.
Warm, perfect touch against your back wall.
Me: Resting head on your chest and cheek on your shirt.
Flesh meets cool belt-buckle. Naked.
Pulling you closer, breathing somewhat synchronized,
I give you what you need...
A long hug.
And then,
I release our embrace
and
slowly
unbutton
your
shirt . . .
You: Standing in the center of a non-descript room.
Stark, plain white walls.
Red, plush couch against the back wall.
You: Wearing a long-sleeve button-up shirt and khaki pants.
Belt snakes through loops. Barefoot.
Just standing there, looking somewhat forlorn,
You hide your hands in your pockets...
I walk up to you.
Me: Touching the center of your well-defined form.
Chills, up the spine.
Warm, perfect touch against your back wall.
Me: Resting head on your chest and cheek on your shirt.
Flesh meets cool belt-buckle. Naked.
Pulling you closer, breathing somewhat synchronized,
I give you what you need...
A long hug.
And then,
I release our embrace
and
slowly
unbutton
your
shirt . . .
4 Comments:
I like this one. Nice!
sexy indeed!! can't wait for the next installment!
I just love where this one is taking me.
And then . . .
Should we write our own endings? A few possibilities are percolating through my mind . . .
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