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Thirsty curves

"It isn't that dark," I made my way to the door before my mom could stop me,
"I'll be back soon"

I could faintly hear her crib as I shut the gate behind me. The weather was too good to avoid a stroll. The roads were still damp and the fragrance was amorous.
I saw a girl who was fidgeting with her phone under a tree. Our eyes met. She opened her mouth to say something but then hesitated. I removed my earphone,
"Sorry, do you need help?"

"I don't know the way out, this is embarrasing," her voice was bold.

"Hey, don't worry about it. Tag along"

I initiated the conversation, "Been living here for a year but I still get confused"
"And there are no street lights," she was frustrated, "plus my GPS gave up"
"We'll be out of here in 10," I assured her.

We both, surprisingly had the same stature but she was more lean. We connected almost instnatly. Within 6 minutes, we had shared jokes we were embaraased about. Suddenly, it started pouring.

"There's a shade just around the corner," I held her hand and we rushed towards the semi-constructed apartments.

We both started laughing, probably to avoid the scare of a place that dingy. There was half a leaf stuck on her bare shoulder. As I reached out to grab it, I brused off a few droplets from her neck.

Our eyes met.

It was either the intensity of the aura or my touch on her nape, we leaned in to kiss. Our lips met. It started hungry and it got wilder. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close. She was moaning, we both were. This was a perfect kiss, our tongues were playing but, then, she suddenly stopped. Before I could say anything, she turned to the other side and rested her head on the wall.

"Touch me"  

I had never felt an adrenaline gush this fierce. I couldn't wait to feel every inch of her. I slid my hands inside her blouse and gradually made my way up. With my right hand, I carassed her entire back and with my left, I grabbed the curves of her waist. Oh! It was magnificient. I could hardly see anything but I could vouch that her body was gorgeous. With each of her moan, I was so turned on and thirsty. I licked her nape and kissed her ears, while my hands embraced the whole of her. When I reached for her boobs, she almost bent down. It felt heavenly, my hands were hungry for more of her. She moaned harder as I pounded her ass. It felt amazing. Everything was just getting hotter.

My right hand reached down to her pant. "Yes, please" another moan.
I was living a dream. I wanted to eat her. I unbuttoned her pant and slid my hand inside. We both moaned. She was wet as an otter. I rubbed her clit slow and then fast. I just wanted to shove my finger up to her vagina and make her moan. I bit her nape, pounded her with rigour and instantly slid my finger inside her, all the way up. She shivered with pleasure. There are no words to describe that moment. I could collapse, I couldn't get enough of her. I was thirsty for her lips.

My phone rang. I let it ring the first time but then it hit me.

"My dog is sick, I can't stay"

She was still facing the wall while she buttoned her pants.

"The only time I wish I didn't have a damn dog," my tone was beyond apologetic.

She exited the apartment without a word, without even facing me. 
"Heyy, girl?!" 
I realized we had exchanged everything but names. She partially tunred around and waved goodbye.

"Can I have your digits?" I almost shouted as I saw her pacing in the rain.

I was so confused. Was she embarrased?
Did I make a mistake by not following her?
My dog had to be taken to the vet and he passed away within a week.
Why did this happen, I had no time to think.

Here I am, 3 years later, writing about her, hoping that she reads it.

I miss your body. 
I am still confused.

Why did you leave?

Hey girl, I miss your moan.

Do you not like dogs? 


Or are you just a figment of my imagination? 















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