Brownstones and Balconies
by HandJob Blog
A spring evening, warm wind languishing down the streets, tossing the
leaves from a long winter into a doorway. We stroll along among the many
people out enjoying the night. Turning in at the brownstone, we pull up
short in the doorway for a quick kiss. Mmmmmmm, I started to pull away
but your hand came up and slid behind my head, tugging, bringing me back
down. We chuckled and our teeth clicked. I slid past your lips, past your
soft cheek and on to your ear. What delicacies are your ears, tender
whorls inviting me deeper into a trance. The words come easily to my lips.
I tell you in a whispered urgent tone of my love. My hands on your ribs
feel your breath rising and falling, catching with the words. How I do
want you, in an urgent way in the doorway of this apartment building,
people walking by close, talking. I come back to the reality of your palm
...End of the part1. To be continued..