Midas Touch

His hands are beneath my skirt but his eyes are fixated on mines. We talked about this before it happened, the phone call was long and very detailed.

His hands are beneath my shirt now but his bulge is against my thigh. We talked about this before it happened, tongue in cheek in his car tonight.

Her fingertips strum on my skin

beneath my weight while she lets me play. I thought about it all last night before it happened.

Her thigh merges with my swelling pants with a jolt. I thought about this all night before it happened, finger unhooking her bra.

Her fingers dance with my pulse every tap a key to unlock my moaning yearn. I didn't think about this until it happened.

He nurses my tongue between his two sweet lips. His elongated parts nestled where his face ought to be. I think about this how it will happen, my lips throbbing, aching and calling out.

We are entangled and I can feel it my exposed parts trickling liquid. His lips kissing my inner thigh. It didn't hurt as much as I thought for my first time and all. Not as much blood as the movies portray.

I run my fingers over the two tiny punctures. My thigh still thumping from the bite.

“You promised you didn't bite!” laughter in her voice. He kisses her temple and they cuddle in the back seat plunged in in moonlight.