BubbleButt

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
But abstinence,
it makes the heart desire –
more fiercely than it ever has before.

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They sat there, engrossed in conversation. Religion, music, pop culture, life itself – they discussed it all. He leaned comfortably in to the sofa, legs stretched out, one above the other. And she leaned forward, hanging on his every word as she played with her hair. They could not have been more comfortable.

Every now and then, there was silence – but it wasn’t that awkward kind of silence that hangs heavy like a dark gloomy cloud between two individuals. This was the kind of silence that was shared by two people who didn’t always need to speak to communicate. The muted crashing of the waves created the perfect soundtrack to their verbal jousting. His eyes shone hazel in the evening sunlight. And though not a single word had been uttered that would indicate sexual desire, she could not have been more turned on my him.

She was intensely aware of every movement he made. As he spoke she watched his lips, and wondered how they would taste if she ran her tongue along them. She licked her lips. His arms – so strong – made her want him to pick her up and push her against a wall while he kissed her, ever so passionately. She wanted him, but she enjoyed the sexual tension – like static electricity coursing between their bodies. She composed herself.

He watched her in entirety, as she spoke; those big, full lips he’d wanted to kiss for so long. He wanted to brush away that wayward strand of hair that danced on her neck when she laughed, and kiss her there. The soft curve of her breasts as she hugged her tummy and leaned in to him made his imagination do cartwheels. Her body was appealing, of that there was no doubt – but when she looked at him – really looked at him, he knew there were volumes being said: that she knew they both wanted the same thing.

In their minds they’d undressed each other and folded in to complicated tangle of limbs, that somehow fit together perfectly. Yet – neither made a move. Neither he nor she played the trump card. Instead, they sat there – quite contently lost in conversation. Both fully clothed, yet ridiculously attracted to one another.

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*Not quite sure where this came from, and it feels strangely incomplete. Maybe I’ll finish it someday – a sequel, perhaps.