She ran her hands down her body--first her chest, her stomach, her curvy hips and then her juicy thighs. "I don't remember feelin like this," she says softly to herself. She fought the pressure for long enough and now she's allowing her body to give in to the seductive call for the very 1st time.
Heaven knows there ain't shit like the 1st time. Everybody remembers their 1st time for sure. She repeated herself only this time there was no sound at all. "I don't remember feeling like this." The words played in her head. Her pouty lips, painted with a dark rose lipgloss, struggled to say them but no sound came out. It was as if she was numb. It didn't matter. She was too far gone and too wrapped up in the feeling and the moment to even realize she was holding a conversation with herself.
She leaned back onto her elbows and let her head fall back. Her tongue rolled across her front teeth in slow motion. Life was idle yet the world continued to go around and around....in slow motion. Who knew the 1st time would feel this way?
She closed her eyes and moaned taking in the stimulating feeling. Caught up, the sensation of it all was not only messing with her mind but her body too.
This was an unfamiliar ecstasy for her, as her body had always been her temple. She had guarded it well up until now. But she learned that life had a way of giving up that good-ass foreplay that will get a bitch every time...that shit that will have your ass wide open, not givin a fuck about a damn thing. She was proof of that as she sat there soaking wet, longing for that orgasm, that point of no return that whispers to everybody, but only a few actually answer the call.
An unfamiliar feeling it was but she wouldn't mind getting better acquainted. She could get used to this. As a matter of fact, this shit could become addictive.
