There's a reason I sound like I'm begging, Sarah Jane. I am begging. Please, please, please...
Her hands slide inside the top of my pajamas as I deftly unbutton her blouse and try to pull it down her arms while we continue to kiss. I get the sleeves off, of course, because she's got her hands inside the top of my pajamas and -
Sarah. Top. Off. Now. Please.
Impatient? Who, me? At least I'm polite about it. I want to feel her skin against mine, now. I want to be inside her, immediately if not sooner. Oh, why do I crave her so much? Time hasn't dampened that at all, at all...
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Date: 2008-04-27 06:22 am (UTC)Her hands slide inside the top of my pajamas as I deftly unbutton her blouse and try to pull it down her arms while we continue to kiss. I get the sleeves off, of course, because she's got her hands inside the top of my pajamas and -
Sarah. Top. Off. Now. Please.
Impatient? Who, me? At least I'm polite about it. I want to feel her skin against mine, now. I want to be inside her, immediately if not sooner. Oh, why do I crave her so much? Time hasn't dampened that at all, at all...