It’s neither, it’s fingering.
I Want to Pleasure you, pleasure you by licking your lips. Pleasure you by kissing your hips. I want to pleasure you until your lips go dry, until your tongue licks the sky. I want to pleasure you, so much, that you die. Then pleasure you more, until you are revived. I want to pleasure you all my life. I want to pleasure you, by pleasuring you all night. I want to pleasure your lips and taste your juices, I want to pleasure you until my mouth fuses, to you. I want to pleasure you, because it is Absolute Truth.
I sit at the table surrounded by friends and family, it is crowded. We just finished eating and now conversation arises and debates begin, that will ultimately lead to some form of yelling. But right now, I sit across the table from you, in silence. I wait until everyone else gives their full attention the heated debate. The background is covered in noise, but all I hear is my own breathing. I look at you, sitting across the table from me. I watch your every move, you aren’t paying attention to me, you’re acting as if you’re listening. But that’s not the truth.
I patiently wait, until you slightly turn your head and make eye contact with me. We hold eye contact for a few seconds, I notice a slight grin forming on your face and then you quickly turn your head back. I take my eyes off you and look around the table at everyone else. Everyone is engulfed in the conversation, of course it’s about politics. My friends and family always love to share their opinions on present matters. A perfect distraction.
I turn my eyes back on to you. I observe your every movement, I look into your eyes and I know you can feel it. I can see your eyes twitching, wanting to glance over. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” I repeat over and over in my head. “I want you,” I think to myself, and she looks over as if she heard me. She becomes more daring and holds eye contact with me, now a small but noticeable smile has formed on her face. Her smile is very pretty. She looks down, then back up at me. Absolute Beauty.
Someone has noticed. I look over to her left and see one of my best friends staring at me, then glancing at her and back to me. An accidental mind-cock-block. He understands and gradually fades away, back into the conversation. I look back at her, and she’s giggling slightly. She noticed as well. Our eyes lock and I let my eyes trail down her body, then back up again. I mouth to her, “I want you.” She understands and replies with an even bigger smile. Suddenly, she gets up out of her seat and leaves the table.
I know where she’s going, the bathroom. I look around at everyone else, they noticed, but quickly focus back on the conversation at hand. I watch her in her summer dress and heels, as her thighs flex with each step she takes. Her ass bouncing in beautiful rhythm. I observer her until she disappears out of my sight. I sit there, wondering, waiting, should I follow. Of course, but when, not yet, too soon. I quickly engage in the conversation and say one thing, people notice, take it into account and continue on. Perfect, they are having a debate battle about politics. I get up unnoticed, grab my empty glass as if to refill it. I leave the room, enter the kitchen, put the glass on the counter and head to the bathroom, not missing a step. Next to the bathroom is my old room, perfect.
I hide in the darkness of my room, up against the wall. I wait for her to exit the bathroom, I hear her washing her hands in the sink. Ten seconds later she opens the door and comes out. She walks right past me, I quickly reach for her arm and grab it, then pull her into my room. I press her up against the wall, our lips two inches apart, I can feel her breathing. She was surprised, but pleasantly. My hand slips down her thigh, then back up under her dress as I feel her perfect ass cheek in my hand. She lifts her leg up around my waist and I lean forward and kiss her. We kiss passionately and at that moment everything around me fades into nothingness. Just the two of us up against a piece of wall, floating in the universe, surrounded by darkness. Our passion is the only light, either time stopped or our hearts skipped numerous beats. Everything is perfect. Everything. Our minds connect and think the exact same thing.
Suddenly this beautiful harmony stops as, reality comes rushing back to us. We have friends and family to go back to. She stops, pushes me off of her and walks away. We both know why, a second longer and we would have gotten some odd looks from everyone. I return back to the table with my glass filled and take my seat, across from her. I look into her eyes again and smile.
Hmm that’s a tough question, I can tell you what my dream girl looks like, well I have a few pics of her posted on my page. She is the perfect woman in my opinion. She doesn’t have a single fault on her body.
But why is she the perfect woman?
Because we’ve known each other for years, and she knows me extremely well and I know her very well too. Which gives her many more reasons for being perfect in my eyes. If I had a relationship that developed with someone else over a decade, I’m sure I’d find them perfect too. But that obviously doesn’t happen often.
And perfect just means that I love their imperfections and faults.
I enjoy/like boobs, but if a girl has an A or Double D, won’t make much of a difference to me if I find her attractive.
Making out. And watching a girl crawl on all fours naked. Walking in Heels naked. Mind-Fucking.