Brownstones and Balconies part2
by HandJob Blog
against my chest, my thumbs against your nipples, my fingertips resting
lightly on your sensitive ribs, breath heaving. We sigh and part, the
spell broken for now.
Running up the stairs, laughing, ringing the bell, and being swept into
a party already in progress. The noise, the heat, the heavy aromas of
so many bodies, so much perfume, and smoke and other more animal odors
of people in heat. Like a wash it hits me and I struggle with the power
of it. Nasty comes my mood, with a feeling in my teeth of wanting to
bite. I go into the living room.
It’s great to see all the people again. It’s been a while since we got
together and the conversation flows fast, the jokes and the taunts and
the barbs, blood pressure raised quickly and just as quickly dropped.
...End of the part2. To be continued..