We had only met about a month ago but I was missing her badly. She had been invading my thoughts on a regular basis now and I did not know why. After all, she would tell me time and time again that "she wasn't anything special"...And yet, she was there, like a stain on my brain and it was growing every day.
She had finally agreed to let me do as I pleased which was the single greatest opportunity I could have ever been handed. The honor of making her my queen and driving all of her senses wild, was almost too much to bear. The sheer magnitude of it seemed unreal...having her all alone, all to myself, being able to do as I wanted...I could not fuck this up...it might be my only chance Ever..
The night at long last arrived. After a light meal, we retired to the couch to watch a little television together. I could feel my heart race as the smell of her snuck into my nose, letting my mind go crazy. How was it that she was able to get to me like this? Why did she have so much power over me that I would do anything and everything for her? As seconds passed, I could feel myself slipping, becoming less and less resistant. I wanted....no, I needed her, and I needed her now.
I closed my eyes and did whatever my body wanted to do. When I opened them, my mouth was planted softly on her set of full, luscious lips. My body shook as she began to kiss me back. My mind was racing in a thousand different directions but I didn't care. I just kissed her back again and again, more and more passionately as my need for her grew even stronger.