My sexy friend Renee is back writing again, I wanted to share this with my friends. Love the line… I moaned the sound of my Neanderthal ancestors.
I was 15 when I kissed him for the first time. He had Freddy Mercury’s lips and I watched as he dove in to kiss me. We were lying on the grass that covered the top of the crypt in the cemetery in the middle of town. We had barely met and spoke but a few words, but I knew I wanted him. My young body woke to the sound of his voice, a deep and soft growl that told me he wanted me.
I heard crickets in the distance as he kissed my trembling lips. I knew there were no seeums crawling on my skin as he covered my young body with his. Instinctively my legs opened and wrapped around his skinny waist. He covered my mouth with kisses. His hands reached up under my shirt and expertly squeezed my left nipple. My body arched towards the stars and…
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Why thank you my dear.
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Loved your way with words. So refreshing and so vigourous. More please!
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Why thank you sir. I do believe I could write an entire book on this relationship that never came to fruition. I talk to him from time to time but it always end in me ripping him apart for lying to me for so long.
It’s like I gave him a straight razor, pointed to the deepest part of my soul, and said, ‘please, my love, cut me here’.
I am fierce woman that won’t let him forget the lonely life I lead because of his cowardice. He stole my future and I now have to restore my shredded heart and make find the will to lead a life that doesn’t include him.
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Love how nostalgic yet raw this is, thank you for sharing.
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