Draped am I, across his chest and with heavy hands, him firmly pressed to me, in dark rooms; split with light. Legs are tightened and glazed eyes, bright. To feel his lips as they swallow my tongue, above heaving ******* of two so young, would be transcendent if he were mine and eloping as lovers in heat, sublime.
A shadowed denizen writhing, elated, under a favourable mouth falling, sedated. Grappling, unfastened,Β Β vivacious and soft as against the wall pushed, and held aloft was I as a body, so virtuous - yet carnal and was held again with a hunger, infernal. Again were we guilty in a frenzy so vicious of a tantalizing ecstasy of resentment so delicious.