After meeting for coffee several times, a date was chosen. They decide to meet at his place, and when the night arrives, she dresses up and heads over to his apartment. He opens the door as soon as she knocks, his pulse already quick. He takes her coat and ushers her in. The preamble already over, they get right down to business.
It was another day at the office. The weather had been unusually warm, so the walk to work wasn’t as bad as he’d expected at this time of year. Sean had been at this new job for a few months now, so was finally starting to feel settled in. He got upstairs and had enough time to get engrossed in his work when it was interrupted by a familiar smile.
“Hey there, question for you,” said Nick as he popped his head around the corner of Sean’s cubicle.
Sean’s heart skipped a beat. That smile got him every time. He was straight, but there was something about Nick that made him wonder … “Sure, what’s up?”
She stretches, arms overhead and back arched, and uses it as an excuse to peek over the divider between their desks. He’s concentrating on his work, eyes intent on his screen, lips slightly parted. The keys tap rhythmically, adding another layer of white noise to the office. He feels her gaze on him and looks up, eyes locking, and smiles. She smiles back awkwardly, embarrassed to be caught, and quickly looks back down at her own monitor.
She resumes typing, mind half on the task at hand, and half on those lips. Something about them is just so … delicious. She pictures what his mouth might look like during sex, how those lips would move to form dirty words, call her names. His eyes would narrow and his body would tense, and …
Her fantasies never got beyond that. She knew he had a girlfriend, a hot one at that. She wondered whether he really was dominant, and what his girlfriend looked like in a collar and leash, crawling around the living room floor. Did he tease her body with those fingers? Did he order her to do terrible things? What did his lips look like when he was pleased with her?
She bit her lip and tried to put it out of her mind. She’d never get anything done at this rate.
I meet your lips with urgency, butterflies churning up a maelstrom in my abdomen. Your breath is hot and tastes like the candy cane we’ve been sharing. I grab the back of your neck to pull you in closer and you moan, the sound muffled by my mouth. You taste so good. This feels so good. I moan in return as your hands wander up my body. Your lips are so supple.
Our lips linger, learning each other’s shapes. Your tongue licks outward and I seek it out with my own. Like a tug of war, giving ground and then regaining it, our tongues vie for territory. You distract me by putting one hand up the front of my shirt and mark your victory by biting my lower lip.
I grab your shoulders and encourage you with a gasp of pleasure. Kiss me harder, hold me closer, rub me in places no one else can touch. My senses are on fire, every touch of your fingers sends thrills of pleasure down my spine. I want to feel your skin against mine, I want to bury my face in your sex. I want to call your name to the stars and feel the earth move in answer.
“She was totally staring at us,” said Jack as they entered their apartment.
“Who?” asked Sam, taking off his coat and boots.
“The girl on the subway. The one sitting across from us.”
“She wasn’t even looking at us,” said Sam. He brought their shopping bags into the kitchen and started putting the groceries away.
“No, she was definitely looking. Out of the corner of her eye.”
“Well that’s creepy. Why can’t people mind their own business?”
“I bet she was just picturing us together, naked,” said Jack. He looked his lover up and down, slowly, appreciating the view.
Sam smiled at Jack as he turned to put the last of the groceries in the cupboard. “You wish. You’re such an exhibitionist.”
“Hey, she’s clearly got great taste.”
“Can’t argue with that,” Sam said, and turned his face up to kiss Jack slowly, his hands resting on Jack’s chest.
I started this Tumblr to help me get back into writing, but there’s nothing more intimidating than a blank page. My first story here is going to set the foundation for all the stories to come. What if it sucks? What if no one likes it? Oh, angst!
How about a little snippet to start things off?