One o'clock...
Still in my lab. I'm sitting behind my computer figuring out Legacy. Eight
months. Eight months and no progress at all. Everything I tried failed. I hate it when I
can't succeed. Sleepy I stare at my screen. All of a sudden I get that undefinable feeling
I'm not alone in my lab. I look in my screen and see her reflection behind me, she's
sitting on the table, naked.
She doesn't move but looks at me, challenging. I could call her look naughty or even
cheeky, as if she want's to say: "Well...? is there something going to happen or are
you afraid? Leave that computer alone, you can't resist being with me, can you? I know
that look of hers. She was standing there just like yesterday or last week. Never I could
pose resistance to that temptation she calls in me. Surely I want her, so why not. It's
always wonderful with her.
A small voice in me says: "Don't do it, you have been working on this for months.
Don't even get it in that big blue head of yours, finish your work. Yes, the voice is
right, I've promised myself to keep working tonight and to resist the burning desire deep
inside me. I don't want to look any longer at her so I turn around to stare at the screen
again. I want to ignore her, but my concentration fails me and I catch myself still
thinking of her.
In ecstasy, my eyes trail over her tanned body. Her perfect curves are even better in the
dark and the moonlight makes her wet skin shine. Alltough the fact that she is small, she
is beautiful. I feel my resistance crumble; The inner twist. Two voices tear me apart; One
soft and convincing: "Don't do it, hands off!", the other one wild and tempting:
"Why not, You want it so bad, don't you, why not?" This Inner conflict is
familiar to me. I fought this battle between mind and hart often enough to know I will
choose for her.
Again I look deep in her brown eyes: The way she is standing there... Almost Divine. This
is it. I can resist her no longer. She is driving me crazy. I take a breath and swallow
deep. The battle has been fought, she had won again. Fighting any longer would be
pointless.
I'm not thinking about my feeling the next morning, the feeling of breaking a promise on
purpose. Very slowly I walk to her and I look straight in her glazy eyes, eyes that say:
"You see, You couldn't resist me. I lie my left hand on her waist and pull her gently
to me. The fingers of my other hand slide over her body, her skin is feeling moist and
cool. I caress her very tenderly, my breath becomes faster every time I look upon her
beautiful smooth body.
My left hand that was still on her waist, is slowly sliding upwards over her back. Every
spot is explored until I reach her neck. Through experience I know that I have to be
careful with her. Very gently, because one false wild movement could bring her in
disturbance: The climax would come immediately and all of her energy would leave her body
in one brawling gush....
With both hands I caress her neck and slowly I try to reach her mouth. With a small sight
she opens her mouth daringly, sending a shiver through my body. I pull her even closer and
my lips embrace hers. A shock goes through me when my tongue slides over her lips. I taste
her juice... It's like she wants pull back. Again my hand goes over her waist and while I
enclose her lips I lift her up. Higher and higher I lift her, until the cool and clear
beer pours out of the bottle into my thirsty throat.
Damn it Mcoy, you wimp...
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