[bdtiger]

This was the first story I ever wrote for general consumption.


On Love and Lust
     

     Here comes the feeling again. My body is aflame with desire. My mind is thrown into utter chaos by the one thought: Get it now.

       Quickly I rise from my bed and don a white tee shirt and black jeans. I slip my sock encased feet into black leather boots, grab my black motorcycle jacket and rush out the door.

     It’s nine p.m. and the feeling is building.

     Almost blind with passion, I stumble up the stairs from my basement apartment and into her. Our outfits are identical.

     She’ll be the one, I think to myself.

     I look into her eyes and see the toll the streets have taken on her. A once angelic face of flesh is now a mask of stone that hides a lifetime’s worth of disappointment. Her hard, brown eyes preface the inevitable angry words, but then, impulsively, I kiss her lips. Her anger becomes desire as I part her full, soft lips with my eager tongue. Her eyes soften as I whisper, “I need you.”

     “W-where should-should we go?” she asks huskily, her voice dripping with lust.

     “Your place,” I say hungrily.

     We run through the streets of Greenwich Village hand in hand, with a speed born of our mutual need. Three blocks and two floors later, we crash through her apartment door. Breathlessly, our intertwined bodies fall to the polished hardwood. Our mouths lock together as our hands voraciously roam each other’s bodies. I franticly kick my legs backward to close the door and rip the flimsy tee shirt from her quivering, nubile form. Summoning every last bit of my self-control, I rise and quickly carry her gasping figure across the sparsely furnished apartment, and into the bedroom. Gently I lay her down on the bed. Our eyes search the other’s body in an effort to know the one who will bring us pleasure.
     Five heartbeats pass before she leaps from the bed and we both speedily disrobe. I crush her to me and we kiss again, falling to the bed.

     One kiss and I know her name.

     Two kisses and I know her emotional pain.

     Three kisses and I touch her heart of hearts.

     Four kisses and I know where and how to touch her to give her the heavenly bliss we both seek, the spots that will send ripples of pleasure through her veins.

     I rain soft feathery kisses down on her writhing, moaning form. Her sudden gasp punctuates the air as I lightly caress her firm, brown breasts with my tongue. She pulls me urgently downward and whispers; “Now I need you.”

     My hunger is building rapidly. It is almost more than I can bear, but I sense that satiation is imminent.      

     Her femininity yields to my body’s desperate plea and we are joined. We move together slowly at first, then as franticly as a drowning couple gasping for air. The hunger we feel for each other is evident in our every movement, every rough caress, and every lust filled kiss.
     I feel how much she wants me as I trace a path from her succulent breasts to her beautiful, precious bronze throat. I can feel the wave of ultimate ecstasy rising within her as we move ever closer to our goal.
     Our minds merge and in an instant, I know the names of every man that ever hurt her. I can feel how much she wants to love and be loved, not just seduced and abandoned.
     “I can’t do this!” my soul screams, and then I feel her arch beneath me. I sense the wave of climax crest and break, washing over her, filling her form with bliss. I see the tears of joy fill her almond shaped eyes and roll down her cheeks. Her body relaxes and yields to the bed’s soft embrace. She looks up into my eyes with so much compassion that I can’t bear to look at her glowing, angelic face. My heart weeps within me and my eyes begin to follow suit, filling with crimson tears. Her heart swells and in the darkness I hear her utter those fateful words, “I love you.”

     With a strength born of madness, and a speed born of desperation, I break free of her embrace and run to the window. She barely has time to sit up before I sail through the plate glass. I hear her strangled cry at my transformation and I match it with my own high-pitched shriek that she cannot hear. I weep bitter tears of blood, baptizing those below me with my pain. My small, leathery wings carry me skyward in search of an end to my emotional pain and ravenous, denied hunger as I hear her softly whisper, “I love you.

     “I love you.”

[piaz]

verry sexy. loved it. i personaly love the kissing the most. keep it up. :-* :-* :-* :-*





pi

[_Scribbleskillz_]

Me too.  I think that was one of the most unique elements to this story.  you have so many places you can go with this skill of yours if you keep with it.  You draw some nice scenes so i do hope you continue.  If you ever need any suggestive critisism, just ask.  

Keep going!

Scribs 8-) ;) :) ;D

[jaded_blue]

Ooooo tiger!! I like this alot. I am such a huge huge kissing fan. Mmmm!!

Blueeeee  ;)

[bdtiger]

Me too, Blue.  :)

Thanks to everyone who read this, whether you liked it or not.