By Bud Koenemund
A 100 word story
For Lindsay
I want
to push you against the wall, and mash my mouth against yours; kissing you
until we’re both gasping for breath. I want to pull your hair, leaning your
head back, exposing your delicate neck to my lips. I want your legs wrapped around
me as I carry you to bed. I want to tear the clothes from your body as we
fumble toward ecstasy. I want to stare into your eyes, and clutch your throat,
as we fuck – not making love – each other into delirium until we collapse;
sweaty and exhausted; our limbs entangled, as we whisper endearments.
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