moderncutthroat

Lips and hips swaying on the dancefloor that is my bedroom floor.
The tension between us.
The want, the need, the fire was there.
Starting slowly but building with intensity every second.

I broke away from him because he has work in the morning and staying here would lead to no sleep whatsoever.

"You sir are intoxicating" I whispered. Swaying slightly. It would be so easy to give in to what we obviously feel but there's a joy in the game we're playing.

This dangerous line of arousal where any moment one could tip the boat too much and we spill into my bed.

There is this incredibly overwhelming intoxicating feeling that comes from making out for hours. No awkward groping for genitalia. Nothing more than hands on hips and hair and ears and backs and cheeks and bums and this amazing high from just his lips. I felt like this once before and I swear I never thought I'd experience it again. Time to go to sleep and dream that he's still here, making me feel wonderful.