Working on writing a story about a dream i had last night, at the urge of my friend Kaitlin. I’m working on a kiss scene. I have a few ideas, but here is one idea. It’s supposed to be a first kiss between two people whom both have wanted this for some time.
Spellbound, I follow behind her with a smile, knowing that this was the moment I was waiting for. As I reach the top of the stairs, the nervous pit in my stomach has grown an enormous amount. She looks back at me with a teasing grin and the nerves are gone. We lock eyes for a moment and I move toward her, placing my hands on her hips. I can smell a mixture of perfume, alcohol, and her own scent. Her hot breath on my face entices me. I look deep into her eyes, holding there for just a moment, until she turns away, flashing me a nervous smile. My fingers trace through her silk like hair, flowing, parting like liquid. My hand reaches the back of her neck. I smile as I look down at her full, red lips. I pull her close, her body tight against mine, and press my lips against hers. We kiss softly for a moment, just one after the other, our lips finding their way around each other’s. She moves her arms, placing them around my neck. I entangle myself in her embrace. Our warm bodies together as one. In a rush of excitement, I push her up against the wall behind her, locking her there with my chest and my wet lips. Our kissing has become faster, harder, sloppier. I feel her hands make their way into my hair, pulling me into her. I realize that I haven’t taken a breath since we started kissing, and I pause. Our breaths are rapid and hot. I press my forehead against hers, locking our eyes, and give her another kiss, this one soft and sweet. I can’t help but smile at her, she smiles back, knowing we had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
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