And We Did It… Slow
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Jair Trice
Jair, “The Literary Masturbator™” See His Bio in "Meet the Writers"
By Jair Trice
Published on 08/17/2007
By The Literary Masturbator™
And we did it…
Slow
It started when he called me at work and said, “I didn’t need anything. I just wanted to hear your voice.” I made sure he was okay and told him I’d see him at home at the regular time. “I’ll be waiting for you”, was the last thing he said to me, seductively, deliberately.
And we did it…
Slow
I got home to find the smell of incense permeating the air in every room; every candle we owned was lit, giving the apartment an incessant enlightening glow. I walked through the living room and discovered him in the kitchen, at the stove making rice to go with the ground turkey that was cooking in the oven. I wrapped my arms around his waist pulled him towards me and kissed the back of his neck as I grinded my stiffness into his twin peaks.
And we did it
Slow
We took our time and melted into each other. We savored each touch, each caress. I kissed and licked his shoulders as the stereo played, “Nothing Has Ever Felt Like This”, by Rachelle Farelle and Will Downing. Did he plan that or was it just a coincidence? He turned to face me and draped his arms around my neck; our tongues searched each other’s mouths. His fingers running through my dreads sent my senses into overdrive, “put the rice on simmer”, I whispered in his ear.
And we did it
Slow
Wearing nothing but his beige warm up pants with the orange stripes on the side was an open invitation for my tongue to taste, touch, and tantalize his nipples. My lips and teeth became jealous and demanded their opportunity to partake of those two raisin like nubs on his smooth brown breasts. As I was redefining the word succulent on his torso he undressed me. We lay on the warm linoleum. Hands, fingers, lips, teeth, and tongue exploring each other. Navigating pleasure as the CD changer made up its mind to play Mtume’s “Juicy”. We instinctively moved into a 69 position and simultaneously began to suck and slurp each other.
And we did it
Slow
And we did it…
Slow
It started when he called me at work and said, “I didn’t need anything. I just wanted to hear your voice.” I made sure he was okay and told him I’d see him at home at the regular time. “I’ll be waiting for you”, was the last thing he said to me, seductively, deliberately.
And we did it…
Slow
I got home to find the smell of incense permeating the air in every room; every candle we owned was lit, giving the apartment an incessant enlightening glow. I walked through the living room and discovered him in the kitchen, at the stove making rice to go with the ground turkey that was cooking in the oven. I wrapped my arms around his waist pulled him towards me and kissed the back of his neck as I grinded my stiffness into his twin peaks.
And we did it
Slow
We took our time and melted into each other. We savored each touch, each caress. I kissed and licked his shoulders as the stereo played, “Nothing Has Ever Felt Like This”, by Rachelle Farelle and Will Downing. Did he plan that or was it just a coincidence? He turned to face me and draped his arms around my neck; our tongues searched each other’s mouths. His fingers running through my dreads sent my senses into overdrive, “put the rice on simmer”, I whispered in his ear.
And we did it
Slow
Wearing nothing but his beige warm up pants with the orange stripes on the side was an open invitation for my tongue to taste, touch, and tantalize his nipples. My lips and teeth became jealous and demanded their opportunity to partake of those two raisin like nubs on his smooth brown breasts. As I was redefining the word succulent on his torso he undressed me. We lay on the warm linoleum. Hands, fingers, lips, teeth, and tongue exploring each other. Navigating pleasure as the CD changer made up its mind to play Mtume’s “Juicy”. We instinctively moved into a 69 position and simultaneously began to suck and slurp each other.
And we did it
Slow