He Left Me Alone

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I could feel the wants in me gnawling out of my sanity. I kissed him harder than I usually did. I reached for his neck.

He reached for my neck, pulling me closer. He kissed me back, harder than he usually did, too.

I liked kissing him. I didn’t find any particular reason. I just did. And so sucking his lower lip felt as right and as pleasing as kissing him.

I grabbed the hem of his sweater and pulling it up. I broke the kiss for a while to take his sweater and shirt off. And when I did, I stopped for a few wonderful seconds to stare and admire his beautiful, well-built body. His chest was board. His stomach felt so hard I could put my hand around it forever.

“You’re beatiful,” I leaned in to his ear and whispered. “And I want you.”

I kissed his neck. And a small moan came from his mouth.

“What about your parents?” he said, his lips were not even a half inches away from mine.

“They are not here.”

“But aren’t they going to be home soon?”

“I don’t care. I want you so bad.”

So he kissed me. And I kissed him. And he began to take my clothes off. And I began to take the rest of his clothes off.