The anticipation. As I step onto the bus, I can practically taste it in the air. I can feel the eyes of those around me, and I revel in it. After all, I know what I’m about to do. With a flutter and a tremble, I find him. Those lips. Those soft, full lips that make my heart flutter. I cannot look away, and my body hums with longing. I want those lips on me, tasting every inch of my flesh. I want to drown in the sensation of his tongue brushing my skin until I am lost in passion.
Browsing: lip service
He was a stranger on the train but we both knew something had to give. Our eyes met, I licked my lips, and his eyes glowed with a desire. His body language spoke of passion and intensity. We wound up and down the railway line, as we pushed the boundaries of pleasure; bold, intimate, heated lip service on the locomotive, intoxicated with the frenzy of animal desire.