Snippet #1955839

You know I used to think it so funny. That falling in love with someone was easy. It wasn't and it isn't. There's so much that's got to be there, most of it isn't about looks not outwardly anyways. I think about the times I was with Mel. How I would just watch her, watch her like someone watches a sunset or a sun rise. It was always very flattering for her, she was always so humble--she'd turn a pink color and I'd just smile. Love is terribly complicated. Its easy, but its not. You just can't make it work, no matter how much you want it to...

His hair, like a thick tangle of willow branches; curly and soft. His hair was a forest of silk. Chester could feel her roaming hands dancing, striding through each weave and lock. He could feel her warm fingers scouring in wanton need, a need he could feel growing by the time her nails were tightly woven in the fabric of his shirt. Not waiting for compliance, not tendering a moments hesitation to slowly unbutton each button, but rather, an explosion of buttons as she ripped his shirt open in eagerness. The bareness of the air felt against his radiant skin. His body burned like the sun, exuding warmth and deliverance. Yet, also mustering a natural headiness, a carnal callback to their prehistoric ancestry.

"Please..."

Her nails found their marks in his back; solitary streaks of red, as passions stirred dramatically changed the depth of her need. As Brooke arched her spine just so, her hips reflexively coiled around his waist, and gave him a firm squeeze. She was beckoning him. But was it really her? Chester's head was cloudy, hazy like a thick fog had rolled in. She clutched his face and rose it to her own, her hands cradling the frames of it as she moaned in quiet pleasure of all that he had done to her. She was enjoying it, so why stop now? His hands had no will of their own, they loosened the noose from around the simple brass button--suddenly their was slack around her slim, trimmed waistline.

It was a new frontier, and he looked up into her quietly burning eyes, and saw in them, the need for him to explore further, as far as he could as much as he could. His fingers drew the zipper down slowly, each notch releasing her from the bondage of her clothing and revealing her intimate apparel on the other side. Chester scooted back, and in a very dominant very erotic moment, peeled her pants down her thighs with the help of his ivory whites. She would most definitely be able to feel him skimming her bare thighs with his teeth. Once removed, only her underwear remained but, he kept it in place. Instead, he stood upright and placed Brooke's hands, guided them to the front of own denim jeans, the region where he had earlier displaced them from, he now granted freedom to pursue.

In that moment, I was thinking to myself--Maybe someday I'll be forgiven, someday I'll be redeemed...but it was not today.