untainted cult (unprovoked scene)

It happened in a rolling car,
her thighs were weighting on mine and we were almost lying backward,
entangled in a ninety degrees angle,
we were talking openly, trustfully,
like if we were friends for a long time before,
the day was cheerful and lukewarm,
she was wearing a top who made like a tight scarf on her chest,
flatening her breasts to small domes,
or hills,
or sand dunes,
i could guess the curvy and smooth skin behind that outline,
and i was watching frankly at the pointy buds on top of those hills,
naturally and following a silenced plea
i laid my forearms across,
creating a vice, a canyon to encompass the bulges,
slowly pressing and caressing only with my muscles,
she's not complaining,
she throws glances at what i'm doing, she watches me directly,
and we continue to talk, calmly, in that same strange position,
we accept each other,
i stiffened my palm as a gentle flesh leaf,
gathered my fingers like piano keys,
and as if i wanted to heal her body with my corporeal warmth,
i swung my hand over her breasts, her skin, changing the temperature,
close, so close that the crenellations were rubbing the tips,
drawing shivers all along the body that i could feel through her legs laid on mine, through the twitch of her own hand resting on my belly.

I'm only capable of imagining giving pleasure, as if all i wanted was giving pleasure only, to the detriment to receiving it, maybe because i don't know what it is to be desired, whereas i can picture myself completely focused on the other's pleasure, on the adoration of his body.


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