love and other naughty stories

Let us always meet each other with a smile, for the smile is the beginning of love. Visit my site at jlperidot.com 💖

[jlperidot]

moved.

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[jlperidot]

Would I shock you with a kiss, an invitation to my room? Or even just a smile, the sort you’d recognise if you felt this way too? What about my hand on yours if we both reach across the table… Would you pull away, confused? Or would we while away the night and morning, then sleep in til the afternoon?

[kyoka-sui-get-su]

[jlperidot]

And sometimes it almost wrecked him when she finally said it. He’d feel the rush, the surge; he’d have to take a moment, and muster his bravado, to keep from coming before things could really get going.

He was ready for it this time, though. The signs were there: her precarious breath, the tension in her stomach under his pressing thumbs, that half-lidded gaze somewhere between imploring and seductive.

txt: Heart in Mouth, 2017

[juliamstarr]

[jlperidot]

She kneels over me and sits on my stomach. The insides of her knees rest under my arms. Her laughter sounds like chirping as she rocks gently from side to side, inching my shirt up from under her. I shift to let her free me from the last of my clothes.

“My…” She sighs. “Just look at you. Maybe I should take a picture.”

I was right. Her skin is soft. Her inner thighs brush my torso, hot where they touch and cold where they’ve been. I watch her eyes move from my face to my chest, to my shoulders, as she shuffles backwards. The cleft of her butt crashes where I feel the most full.

txt: Birdwatchers, 2017

[thegunlady]

[jlperidot]

Heart racing, she downed her drink without a word and reached for him. She pulled his face to hers. His skin was warm. His breath was warm. Beneath the smell of liquor and earthy river water lurked the aroma of another person. A breathing person who caught her as she fell into him, as she kissed him, fumbling for something to hold onto.

The detective let go of his cup. It landed next to hers on the carpet. She kicked them both away. Her lips recognised him, recognised the sensation of life breathing between them both. Only this time, he was alive, too, hot and moving. His arms gripped her, holding her as she pushed her body toward him, against the growing need under his clothes. She was a buoy, slammed into him by waves in a storm. He clung to her, seizing fistfuls of her hair.

txt: Chasing Sisyphus, 2017.

[thatsmydjseries-blog]

[jlperidot]

Minutes pass. Maybe it’s hours. I’m not sure. Tacha does that: eats up time. At this rate, I’ll be an old hag when it wears off. But who cares? We’re always counting down to the end. What does it matter if the time goes fast or slow as long as you enjoy it? And I’m fucking enjoying it.

txt: The Beating of Our Hearts, 2018

[hannabalxmarie]

[jlperidot]

You’re a poison, dear, under my skin, into my blood. Just one kiss: the sweetest death. 💋

[jlperidot]

🎵

There’s something inside you; it’s hard to explain. They’re talking about you, boy, but you’re still the same.

🎵

[lupitalover]

[jlperidot]

He held my face in both hands and traced the ridges of my ears. I held my breath and stayed against the pleasure of his touch as a craving began to build inside my body. When he was done, he dragged his thumbs down my cheeks, then my neck, then out to my shoulders and along my arms, rubbing in long strokes all the way down to my hands.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Checking for subdermal contraband.”

txt: The Induction of Satine, 2017

[self-care-quotes]

[jlperidot]

Our shirts lie in a tangle on the floor. His breath is on my neck now, and I’m not sure why we keep this to ourselves. It’s not like we know the same people, not like we’re attached to anyone else. I’m thinking it’s not like we need to hide. Maybe it’s the thrill of keeping a secret.

txt: You and I, 2017

[g--i--f--m--a--n--i--a]

[jlperidot]

We are the flowers now, dancing a bachata sensual in a close embrace while the sky turns from pink to purple. We press together, then part. Hot, then cold. I reach for the back of his neck, only to lose him, then discover him again. His hair is loose and fresh and sways when he turns. His cologne reminds me of Valencia oranges on a hot summer day.

txt: The Only Question That Matters, 2018

[pugking-deactivated20200807]

[jlperidot]

You lift your hips and I slip your shorts off. The cut of your v-line surprises me. It really shouldn’t. I’ve seen you countless times, shirt off, passed out drunk exactly where I’m lying now. But not like this, I suppose. Not where you’re inches from my face with your eyes on me and your abdomen rising and falling like unbreaking waves.

txt: You and I, 2017

[jlperidot]

🎶 I prefer to think of you with me, not with anyone else 🎶

[2reflectionsinto1]

[jlperidot]

It wasn’t magic. But it was hot. Soft and inviting, a symphony of texture: my palms on his stubble; his lips on my lips; the wet roughness of his tongue on mine. It drew me in and I fell into him.

txt: About Henry, 2018

[globeboss]

[jlperidot]

She watched him leave, numbed by the gulf between them. Once, it had been a crease in the corner of a smile. Then it was a crack in a wall. Now it was a chasm, a polite wave in passing, a brief exchange of glances from a distance before disappearing into the crowd.

txt: Chasing Sisyphus, 2017

[annstreetstudio-blog]

[jlperidot]

The rain started up again. A momentary drizzle giving way to a torrent, beating down tepid on her skin as the two of them lay, entangled. Body to body, pawing, frisking, breathing in each other’s air.

txt: Chasing Sisyphus, 2017