"She kissed him, standing on her tip toes to do it. He kissed her back, hugging her so tightly. As one, they dragged themselves back onto the bed, whe...e they lay, kissing and touching each other.She climbed on him, licking his ears and his neck. She unbuttoned his shirt, running her hands over his strong chest. His hands slid up her thighs, pushing her hem up to her hips. She ground her hips into him, gasping from the sensations, even through all the layers of clothes. She led his hands to her. I see the tattoo of a snake on her left arm, from the elbow around the bicep, it’s head laying on her shoulder.She is standing directly in front of me. She takes the Cuba Libre from my hand and takes a long, slow drink from it…Her lips are moistened with the rum. She sit’s the glass down on the table next to me and takes me by my hands, pulling me up from my chair. Her arms wrap around my neck and pull me to her soft moist lips…we kiss a long tongue filled kiss. I can taste the rum on her. I can’t stand the scrutiny and I pull you close, my eyes still on you until everything becomes a blur and I can feel your warm breath stealing mine, which become quicker with every second. “You know you’re a lucky girl, don’t you?” you say just before our lips do some talking of their own. “Yes yes I am” the voice in my head manages to say before it stands in the corner and tries to stay silent for the duration. Your fingers are on my cheek as our tongues do the clumsy unpracticed tango and. I saw her pull the strap-on out of the bottom drawer where she had hidden it away from prying eyes. I have to admit she was sort of wild when she tightened that think around her hips and I knew I was in for a heated session of prostate massage. She seemed to delight in making me shudder and quake with her weight on my back and buried the cursed thing deeper until I pleaded for respite. She managed to make me feel closer to her at those moments than anyone in the world and I knew I would never.