And then...
...there were the storys. Hard to explain why I´m writing them but I do. This is just one of them...and very short. Hope you like it. Tell me...
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In the Bar, on a sofa. We´ re sitting here, drinking beer, talking about random stuff. Then there was a pause. No-one says a word for a few minutes. Only the chatting noises, the music and sounds of clinking glasses at the bar are filling this silence. Then I ask you: ”Do you know the feeling where you´ re longing for someone´ s touch or kiss? I had that some days ago at nights, when I wanted to sleep. It´ s horrible.” “Yes”, you say after a while. Then silence again. I look at you, then I feel embarrassed ´ cause maybe you think this question was aimed at you kissing me...somehow it was.
I look down at the couch. You´ re watching me, I can feel it. I can imagine your thoughts and emotions now. But to my surprise you don´ t care or don´ t want to remember that you´ d once denied any feelings for me and you place your fingers under my chin, raising my head in your direction. Before I can think about anything you start kissing me. Slowly at first, maybe you´ re testing if it´ s okay. It is, so your kisses are more demanding now. You´ re standing up, moving over and sitting down on my lap, your lips never leaving mine.
I don´ t know what to do with my hands that´ s why they lay motionless on your thighs, but with each kiss they´ re gliding further up your body, under your shirt.
You shiver, maybe my fingertips are cold. Your warm skin changes that.
I don´ t ever want this to stop, but I can feel that there´ s somebody looking at us...not that I care about what he is thinking but I feel slightly uncomfortable though.
Eventually you distract me from these thoughts with your kisses. I´ m okay now.
~End~
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