“Hi. I think you’re hot. I’ve had a
really lousy day, and I think kissing you would make it better.”
Silence—or what passed for silence in a
crowded club at almost ten p.m.—hung between them just long enough for Kylie to
decide she’d made a horrible mistake. She was only wearing jeans, not anything
sexy. This guy was waiting for a bathroom to open up. Maybe he needed to pee
more than he needed to be sexually accosted by a stranger. She tried to squint
past the bright halo obscuring his face to figure out if he was smiling or
shocked or just dismissive.
“Let’s find out,” he finally said in a
good-natured tone.
Wow. That was easy. Except…asking him was only step one of her
first bad decision. Implementing step two was something else entirely. Kylie
had no idea how to start. Should she wait until after the bathroom? Go straight
for the lips? Or kick things off with an introductory neck nibble? And where to
put her hands?
The man snaked out an arm around her
waist, pulling her close enough that the buttons on their jeans clinked. Kylie
stumbled, which ended up putting one of his legs between hers. Both hands flew
up to rest on those taut pecs. “Hi,” he breathed softly against her ear.
Oh. That was nice of him. The polite hi was all it took to spur her into
action. Kylie pushed onto her tiptoes, turned her head sideways and aimed for
his lips. She almost missed. Got the corner and some sharp stubble.
But this guy knew his stuff. He caught
her lower lip with his upper, tugged her into place. And then he nibbled. Just
soft, short nibbles. Ones that made all the hair on her arms stand up. His
tongue traced the crease between her lips. Kylie parted them on a sigh, but he
didn’t push the advantage. Instead, he just kept up the teasing, back-and-forth
motion.
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Kylie Stafford has
spent her whole life doing exactly what’s expected. The right major, the right
sorority, the right guys, just like her mother and her sister before her. But
when everything falls apart for her, Kylie wonders if doing everything right
has been utterly wrong. There’s only one way to find out.
She decides to try making all the wrong choices for three months. Hit on a tattoo-covered rock musician? Check. Go back to his dressing room for a hot hook-up against the wall? Gulp. Drop everything to be a roadie for him to binge on more of the best sex of her life? Maybe. Start falling for him despite her better judgment? Um….yeah. Figure out why doing everything that seems wrong feels so darn right?
She decides to try making all the wrong choices for three months. Hit on a tattoo-covered rock musician? Check. Go back to his dressing room for a hot hook-up against the wall? Gulp. Drop everything to be a roadie for him to binge on more of the best sex of her life? Maybe. Start falling for him despite her better judgment? Um….yeah. Figure out why doing everything that seems wrong feels so darn right?
Nothing beats a scorching first kiss. And with a stranger no less. Thanks for sharing!
ReplyDeleteNot too wise, dear: if all you publish is the whorizontal, where's THAT gonna gitcha when 1-outta-1 croaks?? Lemme xx-plane the ticket out...
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VERBUM SAT SAPIENTI: As an ex-writer of the sassy, savvy, schizophenia we all go through in this lifelong demise, I just wanna help U.S. git past the whorizontal more!ass! we're in (Latin: words to [the] wise)...
"This finite existence is only a test, son," God Almighty told me in my coma. "Far beyond thy earthly tempest is where you'll find corpulent eloquence" (paraphrased). Lemme tella youse without d'New Joisey accent...
I actually saw Seventh-Heaven when we died: you couldn't GET any moe curly, party-hardy-endorphins, extravagantly-surplus-lush Upstairs when my beautifull, brilliant, bombastic girl passed-away due to those wry, sardonic satires.
"Those who are wise will shine as brightly as the expanse of the Heavens, and those who have instructed many in uprightousness as bright as stars for all eternity" -Daniel 12:3
Here's also what the prolific, exquisite GODy sed: 'the more you shall honor Me, the more I shall bless you' -the Infant Jesus of Prague.
Go git'm, girl. You're incredible. See you Upstairs. I myself won't be joining'm in the nasty Abyss where Isis prowls
thesuperseedoftime.blogspot.com
-YOUTHwitheTRUTH
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PS Need summore unique, uncivilized, useless names? Lemme gonna gitcha started, brudda:
Oak Woods, Franky Sparks, Athena Noble, Autumn Rose, Faith Bishop, Dolly Martin, Willow Rhodes, Cocoa Major, Roman Stone, Bullwark Burnhart, Magnus Wilde, Kardiak Arrest, Will Wright, Goldy Silvers, Penelope Summers, Sophie Sharp, Violet Snow, Lizzy Roach, BoxxaRoxx, Aunty Dotey, Romero Stark, Zacharia Neptoon, Mercurio Morrissey, Fritz & Felix Franz, Victor Payne, Isabella Silverstein, Mercedes Kennedy, Redding Rust, Martini Phoenix, Ivy Squire, Sauer Wolf, Yankee Cooky, -blessed b9...
God blessa youse
-Fr. Sarducci, ol SNL
Not too wise, dear: if all you publish is the whorizontal, where's THAT gonna gitcha when 1-outta-1 croaks?? Lemme xx-plane the ticket out...
ReplyDeleteQ: Can anyone tell me the difference between K2 and IQ? A: Nthn. In Seventh-Heaven, we'll gitt'm both HawrHawr Need summore thots, ideers, wurdz or ironclad iconoclasms? Look no firdr...
VERBUM SAT SAPIENTI: As an ex-writer of the sassy, savvy, schizophenia we all go through in this lifelong demise, I just wanna help U.S. git past the whorizontal more!ass! we're in (Latin: words to [the] wise)...
"This finite existence is only a test, son," God Almighty told me in my coma. "Far beyond thy earthly tempest is where you'll find corpulent eloquence" (paraphrased). Lemme tella youse without d'New Joisey accent...
I actually saw Seventh-Heaven when we died: you couldn't GET any moe curly, party-hardy-endorphins, extravagantly-surplus-lush Upstairs when my beautifull, brilliant, bombastic girl passed-away due to those wry, sardonic satires.
"Those who are wise will shine as brightly as the expanse of the Heavens, and those who have instructed many in uprightousness as bright as stars for all eternity" -Daniel 12:3
Here's also what the prolific, exquisite GODy sed: 'the more you shall honor Me, the more I shall bless you' -the Infant Jesus of Prague.
Go git'm, girl. You're incredible. See you Upstairs. I myself won't be joining'm in the nasty Abyss where Isis prowls
thesuperseedoftime.blogspot.com
-YOUTHwitheTRUTH
-------------------------------
PS Need summore unique, uncivilized, useless names? Lemme gonna gitcha started, brudda:
Oak Woods, Franky Sparks, Athena Noble, Autumn Rose, Faith Bishop, Dolly Martin, Willow Rhodes, Cocoa Major, Roman Stone, Bullwark Burnhart, Magnus Wilde, Kardiak Arrest, Will Wright, Goldy Silvers, Penelope Summers, Sophie Sharp, Violet Snow, Lizzy Roach, BoxxaRoxx, Aunty Dotey, Romero Stark, Zacharia Neptoon, Mercurio Morrissey, Fritz & Felix Franz, Victor Payne, Isabella Silverstein, Mercedes Kennedy, Redding Rust, Martini Phoenix, Ivy Squire, Sauer Wolf, Yankee Cooky, -blessed b9...
God blessa youse
-Fr. Sarducci, ol SNL