Kissing

Rustie MacDonald
Nov 5 · 3 min read

He reached around my waist and pulled me closer. He brings his chin against my check and we rock to the rhythm of the music. His left-hand slides up my side and he begins caressing the back of my neck. Slow and soft motions upward. My head falls gently back and his lips hit my neck like an explosion. The sweet sweat drips down my back and my dress sticks to my skin. His hand keeps my head back and his lips remain gently kissing. He is what I want. He is strong, tall, and hungry.

The crowd screams as the band stopped playing and we are forced back into reality. The sexual tension could be cut with a knife. There…

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