I was more astounded than scared, this man-who I didn't even know-had kissed me. So deeply, so pasionatly, did he realize I was a male? I know I'm small for my age, skinny too, but I have square shoulders and certainly have no breast. I pushed away from him, trying to break his grip but his hands were locked firmly around me. "P-please let go, I have t-to go----" I was making excuses in my head when he kissed me deeply once more. "Sir, you do realize that I'm a male, don't you?" I asked, putting my hands against his chest and atempting to be free once more. "Of course I do." He smiled and unlocked his hands from my waist, then he grabbed my hand and sat me down on his lap. "W-well I'm also much younger than you, at least I think I am." I said, trying to get away from him and his seductive smile. "I'm not that old, I'm only twenty." He chuckled and pulled slightly on my wrist, making me be still. "T-twenty? Oh, I thought you were at least twent-five, you're so tall and well..." I never did finish that sentence, I had completley forgotten it when he jerked me close and kissed me again and again. He ran his fingers through my hair and slipped his tounge into my mouth, I would have gasped if I could but all I did was inhale sharply through my nose. I was so confused and yet, I didn't really care, I just couldn't get over the fact that he was such a good kisser-better than any of my old girlfriends.
(A peice from my older book called Why now?)
Picturesque Honey · Thu Jun 18, 2009 @ 08:45pm · 0 Comments |