The kiss Suddenly, the messages exchanged marked an unexpected meeting, on a pleasant summer night. We were on the coast, a breeze was blowing that embraced our bodies. You got into my car and, somewhat aimlessly, I chose a quiet place for us to be alone. My body desires you even more at that moment. Your legs exposed in that loose, short dress, permeated my thoughts violently, sometimes taking my breath away. I longed to run my hands between your thighs, wanting to feel the heat there. But I still didn't know if it would be possible. I approached, wrapped my arms around the back of your neck, and our mouths touched. Finally a kiss. A soft, moist, delicious kiss. What a delicious mouth. Your smooth skin, exuding pheromones, a slightly salty taste, the sweet smell of a female. Addictive like opium. It made me want to devour you whole. We kissed for a long time, our bodies reacted. I ran my hands over where I most desired. I felt you wet. How delicious to feel you like this. Naughty. Wanting me. Wanting you too. The kiss didn't stop. He provoked all this desire. You still echo in my ear, moaning softly, whispering asking me to possess you. All of you. Entirely. My body trembled with desire, I wanted to tear off my clothes and yours too. With a deep look in my eyes, you asked me: Can I suck you?