Touch of a Friend
Filed Under Incest
Just an innocent touch. I massage your shoulders, your back. As you lean into me, my nose imbibes the scent of your body and hair. As you relax, I am overpowered by your fragrance. I try to control my lust. Passion overrules my resolve. I continue to massage you with my hands, I also start to massage your neck with my lips, my teeth, and my tongue. You writhe against me, you start to grind against my leg. I can taste scent of your whetness. It drives me well beyond any resistance I may have had.
I still keep my mouth to your neck, your ears, your face. My hands start drifting, touching and caressing every inch of your clothed body. My fingers start toying with catches, buttons, and zippers.
As my mouth continues to play, so do my fingers, digging into every opening found. Suddenly, my fingers are whet, they are seared by the heat of your need and my want. The rhythm of your hips make my mouth water, my head starts bleeding the fluid of my lust.
Your lips move sooo sensually as you try to repress any sound from escaping your lips. But one sound did break free. I feel your body tense with that gasp. The heat increases. I feel your body tremble with your need, so close to the edge of the floodgates opening to release the orgasm that passion alone has brought right to the tip of your…..senses.
How hard I am, yet still just touching you, just licking your neck. Feeling your quivering body on the brink.
When that dam bursts, when the floods cum, when your body is wracked with the uncontrollable shaking, the yearning of release…..then, and only then, my fingers penetrate deep, ever so deeply, into your lust, your passion. They slowly trespass the little nub that is the center of your writhing. They probe lower, deeper, into the vast, moist, darkness of your lust. My fingers rhythmically dance in and out of that void, dancing in beat to the trhrobbing pulses raging through your body.
You are so close(so am I ;} ). Your panting sends jitters racing through my body.
I will never understand the will it took you to say “no”. You will never understand the strength it took me to concede, to stop my lust, my passion, my yearning for release.
But, you did say no, if just in a barely audible whisper. My whole being was so wrapped around you, that if you only thought it, I still would have heard it.
Though your body was saying continue, your mouth said stop. I didn’t want to, but I did. My tongue receded, my hands retracted back to your shoulders. But my lips couldn’t stop a few lingering kisses.
I tried to wall off my passion and my lust. But no matter how solid or how high I built the wall, I could still feel the need trickling through forced cracks. I sat there holding you, my legs wrapped around your waist, my arms wrapped around your torso, feeling your breast heave with every intake of breath. Your body quivering as what almost was rebounds like waves throughout both of us.
But, I did stop. I still don’t know how, I didn’t think that I could. But I did. You will never know the complete yearning that I have for you. And how much I want you to want me. But we are friends, until you feel differently. I will never overstep those bounds. Now it’s up to you. If your ever in need, my arms are always open, and waiting with the touch of a friend.
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