We were nervous- something we never had been with each other before. We talked for a while and I watched her lips as they curved over her words, and ... wanted to taste them so bad. Finally, I went for it. I leaned toward her and breathed her in, her soft lips that smelled faintly like vanilla, her sweet tongue shyly touching mine and the desperation in her kiss as I pulled away. She slid her arm around my waist and kissed me again, eagerly, nibbling on my lower lip and thrusting her tongue onto. He’d called her before heading home, and she could tell from his voice that he was tired. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea? She caught a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror, took a second to study her image as she heard him putting his jacket in the closet. Her hair was done up in a loose ponytail and d****d over her right shoulder (a sensible thing, she thought, as it made it easier for him to grab her hair if he so chose). The robe she wore was silk, done in deep black with gold. I hold it at the same point and you go to push away but you know better this time. I reward you good behavior by allowing you to breathe for a moment before I pull you to your feet by your throat. I walk you to the bedroom when there is a knock at your door, "answer it" You do as you are told and your neighbor is there, she just celebrated her 39th birthday last week, her shoulder length black hair, her well defined waist, only turn you on more. Dressed in only a nightie she asks is anything. The only company he ever has is the television he so often falls asleep to. I can only imagine how lonely he must feel. Not a friend around for comfort or companionship. As I walked inside my apartment, I looked backed through his window one last time in hopes he would wake so I could share a smile with him. Unfortunately, he laid there a sleep, unaware of my gaze. I almost felt sorry for him, since he looked so helpless and alone. That night, as I lay in bed, I kept thinking about him and.