Shine :: Wank Wednesday

Welcome to week 20 of  Wank Wednesday, your weekly festival of smut, find out all about it here. To join in write a story using this week’s prompt #shine and then use the link widget to add it to the list. Please remember to include a link back to this post in your post, if not I’ll remove it from the link list and please do take the time to read a few of the other contributions.  Thank you for writing and reading.

 

This weeks prompt is #shine

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Ruby x

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2 Responses to Shine :: Wank Wednesday

  1. Stephen Novik July 7, 2011 at 3:49 am #

    Sure the words were in my brain at first, but then I said them….
    “I will listen when you glisten, you’ll be mine when I shine,”
    I followed that with a slow gentle kiss on her shoulder—before I could build it up into a barrage, she groaned her response to my poetry.
    “Gawd, that’s awful. Glad I was in bed already otherwise I’d walk out on you.”
    I was tight behind her, like the proverbial spoon, though not yet ready to enter, nor was she. I’d have to get her pajamas off first.
    “Listen—hear that silence? We’re all alone.” I whispered into her ear, my right hand reaching over and around to tug at her drawstrings.
    “If you want to listen to something, turn on the radio.”
    “I don’t want to listen to any old thing,– except you.”
    “Thanks, but I’m not old.”
    I started kissing her back again, this time trailing down as far I could while my right hand toyed with the casual knot of her drawstrings. When they were loose, I grabbed at her waistband, tugging to lower it, exposing the top of her hip…
    “When do you leave?”
    “Tomorrow.” I told her. Another short business trip for the company, but I had other business on my mind just then. Sales might have been flagging, but not me.
    “Do you need mood music?” she asked.
    The poet in me answered—“Just your heartbeat.”
    She raised herself to assist taking off her pajama bottoms, and after she dropped them to the floor, she put her right hand on my chest as she turned, and settled down on her back.
    “If you want to listen to something important, turn me on.”
    “What do you want to hear?”
    “Oh, the usual suspects. You love me, you love me only, you’ll always be mine….”
    “I love you, I love you only, I’ll always be yours….”
    “You mean it?”
    “Yes.”
    “You really mean it?”
    “Cross my heart and hope to dive,”
    “Dive first, then plunge, ok?”
    “Ok.” I started a new southern trail of kisses at the O of her belly button—about 8 o’clock and then counter clockwise to 6, working my way down her (soon to be) convulsing landscape.
    I will listen when you glisten, you’ll be mine when I shine—I should remember to write that down when I wake up again….

  2. Laura July 7, 2011 at 8:42 am #

    Some links are broken but I read all those I could get to. Thanks for the stories.

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