From Sad to Sexual

From Sad to Sexual

A Story by Airila
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Okay I tried to not do a sad poem like I usually do.

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My knees twitch (well my right knee). My body goes numb. With just one kiss.I'm under his spell. Our tongues are moving in circles, I feel his hand under my shirt...reaching for the tiny plastic hook that is my bra...only...I'm wearing the purple one that hooks in the front.... So he unbuttons my PRE-UWI shirt halfway...only to see my fingers unbuttoning the other half.

"I'm shaking" I whisper.
"I know. So am I" is his shy reply

We're both recluses, he and I... outcasted by society because we stand out. His piercings, my scars. His tattoo, my nails....our appearance causes the stereotypical errors that we are ''freaks'' We fit. Hands interlocked....creating the color blend of dark and light skinned humans...We are in fact...in love...

He gently takes my top off and places my tiny, frail body onto the black satin sheets that makes his bed glisten in the moonlight. His body moves over mine and our lip caress each others'. He's my everything. I am nothing. After struggling to unhook the clasp of my bra...I push his hands away and do it myself, since I'm the only one who can do it apparently. Finally free of the cage that binds my chest he grasps the soft mounds that are my breasts and kisses each one with affirmation. Yes I am HIS and only his. Then he sits up....I'm straddling him, legs wrapped behind him...I feel a cold metal barbell swirling around the crevices of my neck back down to my chest.

Then he places me on my feet..back against the wall...unbuttoning my belt, then unzips my pants, they fall to my ankles and he removes my black laced under garment....He steps back...observing my naked body. Noticing that I hide behind my hands, ''Why are you hiding?" is the question he asks. "Can't you see? I'm ugly" I reply with a confused look on my face. Then he smiles, moves in for a deep, passionate kiss. "You're the most beautiful creature on this earth" A tear falls down my cheek.... "Really?" I stare down to his socks...he grasps my head...lifting it so that my eyes meet his, "Yes"

*sobbing*

He kisses me again...this time I feel the barbell gently bouncing on the tip of my tongue. He braces his already concrete hard erection against me and I'm melting in his arms. I'm on tippy toes while my arms are wrapped around him, kissing him with the fire that is my love, lust and passion. Moving over to his bed, he places me on his bed, I scurry under the covers (I have a thing for under covers) as he removes his..pants...only leaving the shirt on. I understand why he does it and he understands why I move under the sheets.

I can feel his *cough cough* pressed against the very tip of my *region* as I'm staring deep into his big brown eyes, I'm caressing his face, running my hands through his hair....I feel his fingers fondling my *nether regions*, a moan passes my lips and my head rolls back, reacting to the pleasure. His lips make their way down to my chest, nibbling on my already perkified n*****s (^_^) I look at him again and whisper "I need you" He kisses me once more and says "I'm not going anywhere"

Then he reaches for the silver jewelery box I gave him with a charm from my bracelet and pulls out a *u can probably guess*, never leaving my gaze as he slips it on an slowly enters me. I'm holding on to him so tight I almost choke him (it was an accident). Our bodies move in an erotic rhythm of (8)back, forward back(8) as we are lost in ecstasy. Moans, transcend into screams as he moves harder and faster. Thrusting with fervor and determination to release his sexual tension he had suppressed for so long. We roll over...I'm straddling him once more and I sit him up... he's gripping my body tightly. Then unexpectedly...he stands up...with me in his arms...remembering our talk of my liking to be pushed against the wall, gently puts my back against the wall as I gyrate my hips to the rhythm of his pulsing erection inside of me. I'm kissing on his neck, nibbling his ear, we're hyperventilating.

We move to the shower...he turns on the hot water (not too hot now) then turns me around, bends me over and the heat intensifies. I'm making as little noise as possible because the room echoes. But the pleasure/pain sensation is too much for me. I make a semi curve with my body, kissing him upside down. His hand goes across my chest as if to hold me in that curved position (which isn't so bad). I notice he's on the verge of breaking. He warns me that it'll be a bit rough so I brace myself for impact. Moving from the curve back to flat back position, he grips my hips tightly and thrusts mush harder, much faster, going so much deeper, his moans...wake the whole house...my screams...I try to keep them in as much as possible...only letting out a whimper every now and then.

"Hold on", he screams...
"Breathe baby, just breathe deeply"
And then finally...
We reach our climax...
Panting hard.
He plants his head in my arms
I fall to the floor
We're both exhausted

"I love you so much" is all i can say as I struggle to catch my breath
"I love you too" is the obvious reply

Fin`

© 2009 Airila


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Airila
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