I could not let him go. I wouldn`t. It was far from an everyday affair hooking up with guys like this, and I knew.
It was unthinkable, and out of the question really, to say our goodbyes now. It wasn`t gonna happen.
So we did the only appropriate thing. We arranged an after- party. At my friend`s house. My good friend, who would fall asleep very soon.
The highlight of her night had been at 11.
Mine was, – right about now.
She had a basement flat with decent stereo. There were grown-up-wine, leftovers from dinner and what else you`re supposed to offer a man, who`s nearly a decade older. But it didn`t last long, though.
She fell asleep, and we were left to ourselves.
The two of us, – and all the passion in between.
I knew of course. He kissed like a God, and looked like one also. Perfect lips, becoming keenness, – and smoking- hot! I really was dying.
Laws of nature were powerful.
Now everything seemed to fit.
Soon enough, we needed a bit more space. A small sofa perhaps was romantic, but not very practical. We had to get going. It turned out that both of us were living in Oslo, and we were only here for the weekend. That meant we had to turn to whose childhood home was closer, and accidentally empty.
A walk through the woods, and that was it. I`ll admit. I wasn`t particularly fond of dragging unknown men through the wilderness, but now reason was replaced by desire, and instincts were running wild.
I fitted perfectly in his arms. He smelled like heaven, and felt like it too. And best of all; he seemed quite pleased himself. At least by the look of it. It really wasn`t much time for talking. We were seduced beyond measure. We were seduced to the point of obscenity.
I wanted him.
I craved him.
I wanted to feel him on the outside.
The inside.
Everywhere and elsewhere.
It was the best night ever.
It was hot and wild -and juicy.
It was tenderly, affectionate and warm.
It was so good I should have posted a review.
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at least a chapter, or maybe two