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Bad idea IV

Your lips on my earlobe. Moaning. Panting. Sweating. My teeth on your neck. You pull my hair with one hand. The other on my back. Under my tee. Clawing at my skin.

I’m close. You must be too. This is it now. We’re going to regret it. We’re just sweat and breathy gasps. Your groans are so sexy. You smell so fucking good. And then you whisper my name. Fuck it.

I grab your breast. Squeeze it. God, it feels good. You moan. I do too. Thrust hard and fast. Show you how much I want you. Whisper your name back.

‘Fuck.’ You drag it out. Breathe it in my ear.

And then shuddering and gasping and moaning and sweating and swearing we cum. Together. Convulsing. Shivering. Slowing down. Stopping.

Panting. Catching our breath.

You pull away. Our eyes meet.

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The Law of Attraction

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“He makes me dizzy.

That’s the best way I can describe it. I can feel the blood rushing to my face, the heat almost stings. I’m having trouble focusing on the conversation at hand - deciding on a drink. I ask my friend a question I don’t hear her answer to, and I stumble over my words as he watches me - way too casually - spin the cap off of a bottle of tequila.”

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Bad Idea III

Moments away from grabbing your breast. You pull away. Glad one of us is thinking clearly. Guilt washes over me. Fuck, your arse looks good.

You roll towards me. Our eyes lock. Did you just bite your lip? Your arms around me. Hugging me. Face-to-face. Your chin on my shoulder. Shuffling closer. Crotches coming together. I thrust towards you. My erection up against your pussy. You drape your leg over me. Your breasts against my chest. My hand on your lower back.

I grind against you. You against me. Slowly. Gently. But rhythmically. Our panting drowning out the music. Fuck, I want you so bad. Your hand in my hair. For years I’ve thought of you. Your breath in my ear. One of us always in a relationship. A quiet moan escapes your lips.

I respond with a whispered, ‘fuck.’

Shit, we’ve got to stop. We’ve gone too far. But you moan again and you breathe in my ear, and my hand moves to your arse and I pull you into me and grind my dick against you.

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Bad idea II

I can't help myself. Blame the beer. Blame the music. I thrust forward. Just a little. Imperceptibly. Grind my erection against you. Firmly. Just once.

I pull back. I crossed a line. Must have. You don’t react. Not at first.

You push back into me. Grind your arse against my dick. And squeeze my arm. Pull me tighter and I push against you. I gasp. Breathe onto your neck. I shiver. So do you.

I thrust against you again. You gasp. My girlfriend’s best friend. And you grind slowly up my dick. Fingers stroking the back of my hand. You have a boyfriend. Fuck. My hand just beneath your breasts. You sigh. Creep my hand closer.

Grinding slowly. Gently. In a dim room. Beer and your floral smell. My thumb grazes your breast. Inch it higher. Slowly tracing circles on your breast. My thumb. And then my middle finger.

Grinding.

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Bad idea I

This is a bad idea. Beer on my breath. And yours. Dim lights. Soft beats. I should be on the sofa. Not on your bed. It's just a hug between friends. Spooning. Fuck, you look good. You've got a boyfriend. In that baggy t-shirt and pyjama shorts. I'm dating your best friend. You smell so good. Something floral. The air is heavy with it. I inhale. Deeply. I'm drunk. I should sleep.

"I'm cold," you whisper.

You shuffle backwards. Pull my arm around you tighter. Your arse pushed up in my crotch. My dick twitches in my joggers. You shift a little. My breath on your neck. Your breasts graze my arm. You sigh, slowly. I get hard. Harder. Fuck. I freeze. Dick straining against my joggers. Waiting for you to feel my erection. Waiting for you to yell at me. Kick me out.

Silence. And then...

...you move a little closer. I must be wrong. But there, definitely. Your arse pushing up against me. Against my dick. Your hand on my arm. Your arse against my dick. Thick joggers and thin pyjamas between us. You squeeze my arm. Making me hug you tighter. Making me pull you closer. My dick between your cheeks. My hand grazing your breast. You sigh again.

Fuck.