013 - What dreams are made of...
NSFW, probably.
His lips brushed my neck; his breathing made mine pick up in rhythm. His kisses we delicious and forbidden at the same time. We shouldn’t be doing this; my parents were close by, but I think that made it more exciting. His hands cupped my face, the back of my neck; they caressed my back, my sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in ( Read more... )
His lips brushed my neck; his breathing made mine pick up in rhythm. His kisses we delicious and forbidden at the same time. We shouldn’t be doing this; my parents were close by, but I think that made it more exciting. His hands cupped my face, the back of my neck; they caressed my back, my sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in ( Read more... )
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...until I woke up.
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