Cliff :: Wank Wednesday

Welcome to week 33 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 #Cliff and then use the link widget to add it to the list.

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This weeks prompt is #Cliff

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There’s no denying it, even just meeting was a step towards the ledge, but two lonely people more than willing to be swept along in a fantasy made real by their words is always a dangerous combination.

The wish for the fantasy to carry them on, but instead nerves intervened and made first touches and conversations clunky and clumsy, until just a small hand sliding into a larger warmer hand and, there, that’s it, done.

Let’s run and dive off the edge now. Fall down in each other, as far up the scrub of the cliff we climb to hide from fossil hunters’ eyes, to fuck with need and want created from who knows what truths.

With the sun on my back and brambles at my knees, I feel my wetness pour over you, coat you, now turn me, pound me, break stick and stone under me. My body numb to the scratches and pulls of earth and shrub, all I feel is you.

Here on this cliff we climb, fuck and fall.

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