Feeling the smooth, hard surface, my fingers sliding first to one side and then the other, rubbing into the crease between your pubis and your thigh. ...ower and lower, until finally, my hand is between your legs. You part them to give me easy access. Your vulva is wet and slippery, and so very hot. As my forefinger presses onto your clitoris, my kiss becomes hard, my tongue pushing harder into its investigation of your mouth, searching, licking the inside of your cheeks, pressing and rubbing. They hadn’t played this morning, and yesterday feels so far away. And they are on vacation for a long weekend, well a working long weekend, but still.The dishes cleared and cleaned, Abbie and Tim kiss longingly. Both are wanting each other so fully. Abbie bends over the kitchen table and tells Tim just to use a little olive oil sitting on the counter as lube. Hearing Abbie say this somehow triggers Tim’s desire even more. He brings the bottle over to the table, lifts Abbie’s dress over her. I was born in the City of Toronto, Ontario, to a Jamaican father and French Canadian mother. These days, I attend Seneca College, where I study police foundations. When I’m not on campus, I do what it is I do, and what I do isn’t very nice. There are a lot of things in the world out there which most people don’t even realize. There is a grand battle being fought out there between good and evil. I haven’t decided which side I’m on yet, other than my own, I mean. When you are what I am, life. Not on communists, drugs, or terror, but a war with the forces of evil at large. I think I just shrugged, thinking that I didn't really care about that sort of thing as long as it didn't involve me; after all, there's wars going on all over the world all the time. Unfortunately, this specific war somehow did involve me, and perhaps not as surprisingly, Eileen as well."It's kinda hard to swallow, I know," he had said with a knowing, almost sympathetic expression on his face. For just the.