By Bud Koenemund
A 100 Word Story
For Lindsay
Her
heart raced as he tightened the steel handcuffs on her wrists. His fingertips
brushed over bare flesh, tracing upward along her spine. Leaning back against
the wall, he pulled her to him, and wrapped his strong arms around her. Her
eyes went wide as his left hand clutched her throat, cutting off her breath.
She was helpless, though not at all afraid of being so… not with him. For
several moments, his right hand rested between her breasts, feeling her
heartbeat; then drifted downward, across her stomach. He kissed the back of her
neck as she melted into him.
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31 May 2021
Helpless
15 April 2017
Want
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.
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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