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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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We bump into each other in the street. We've both had a few drinks; you've got a mischievous look in your eye. It's dark, with only a few street lamps guiding the way down our road. Standing in the shadow of the trees, you ask me if I'm off home to bed. I tell you that it doesn't look like I have a better offer. You laugh and reach for my hand. Startled I back away. "There's an offer on the table" you whisper, inching closer, "up to you whether it's better or not..." your eyes are wide and enticing, I notice the tip of your tongue quickly lick and bite your bottom lip. We live at opposite ends of the street; I should go right, you should go left. Instead I push you back against the fence, my left hand pressed firmly against your chest, my right index finger resting on your cheekbone, then sliding down to trace the outline of your mouth. Your lips drop, edging my finger into your mouth... |
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