The long journey home (an early attempt)

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The long journey home (an early attempt)You look around, the bus has just gone and it’s another hour until the next one home and there is bound to be rain soon. It’s only a twenty minute walk, so you decide to kick off your shoes and set off before you get soaked through. There’s no-one around so, even in your far too tidy business wear, you feel more than safe. The weight of your handbag would save you from any mugger anyway. The quickest route home cuts through the old abandoned industrial units, just five minutes to the next main road and perhaps the purchase of a bottle of red zinfandel and your favourite pizza for a quiet evening meal. Almost as soon as you lose site of the main road behind you sense someone close, following you. Your pace increases just balıkesir escort slightly, your stockinged feet making barely a sound without your shoes. Quickly you get around the next corner, only to find a dead end. You face the wall as tightly as you can, hoping whoever it is misses you and passes by. Breathing as softly as you can in your worried state you wait for whoever it to pass by. You wait in silence. Your heart beating almost through your chest.You feel my breath on your neck before you realise I haven’t gone past. I lean gently onto you from behind, imprisoning you against the wall, preventing you from getting away. Without a word I move you hair and kiss just below your right ear. You breath stays shallow, you heart beats harder balıkesir escort bayan and faster. My teeth gently tug on you ear, then are gone. My left arm slides around your waist and pulls you carefully against me, my hardness nestling against the tightness of your skirt. I move my arm from around and grasp your wrists, lifting both arms out from your body and slightly higher than your shoulders, holding your hands flat against the wall. My feet are outside yours. You can’t move away, but you feel like this is where you should be. We stand for what seems like an age feeling each others heat and hearts beating. Nothing said. Nothing needed. The tension breaks for an instant as I bite where I had kissed before, softly, gently. A moment of escort balıkesir something, neither sure exactly what.I turn you around a drink you in. Again I grasp you wrists and hold you steady against the wall. Leaning into you I shower you neck with kisses. Peppering you with my lips. Across your throat. Under your chin. Finally to your lips. You taste me and I you. I can’t help but taste of you deeply. Leaning back I look at you and smile. Release my hold on you and almost laugh. Suddenly I lunge forward. Your eyes close in reflex and I plant a soft kiss on each eye lid. You wait, blinded, for the next move. But none comes. Tentatively your eyes open and I am gone. No sound of running feet. No sound at all. The moment is broken. You realise neither of us had spoken or made a noise. As you lean down to get your dropped bag and shoes a peice of paper falls from its resting place atop your breasts. You pick it up and unfold it, curious as to what it may be.”The Zinfandel is already open, can’t wait for you to get home.”

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