Pleasure of flesh , lost in reality.

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
A story of how sex and lust can blurr the reality of situations , how we can end up in a life way different to our ideal and have many regrets

Submitted: November 09, 2018

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I see her across the room , she is like pure sex in female form.Long straight brown hair, hazelnut eyes a face that almost purrs at me . Our eyes meet , instant chemistry. I can already imagine us naked together, how her breasts will look , how her round ass will look as i take her from behind. How her lips will qwiver as moans when i make her orgasm , all of this i can imagine just from one eye contact , i wonder if she is thinking the same? I wonder if women are as one track minded as men.We talk at the end of the night , we have alot in common we make eachother laugh and suddenly its more than just getting her into bed ,i decide then and there i have to make this girl mine . I court her for a couple of months , the sex is amazing we are perfect in bed together. However she is not as good a person as i would have liked . She causes endless arguments , she is very unstable and demanding but for some reason i cant end it . When i would think of her being with somebody else if i ended it i couldnt bear it . I must love her in some fucked up way or her pussy is just that good i didnt want anybody else to have it . Fast forward 10 years and 2 kids later the looks have faded on my side aswell as hers , the sex has faded too , all thats left is the toll of two people that were totally wrong for eachother in the first place. Endless arguments infront of the kids , me packing up my stuff and going to my mothers too many times , did i keep her from her one true love ? And did i miss out on mine also? Qustions , questions


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