©2012 The Dirty Gentleman (#575)
There are times in between when everything slows down.
On occasion I can pull out a slide, a moment in time, and hold on to it while the rest of the world keeps moving. One moment is full of tension and expectations while the next is the feeling of warmth and comfort. There’s a hint of regret, and here’s a touch of envy. Thirst, desire, fear. They overlap and they confuse each other, but they’re the moments that return over and over again once everything else has passed.
For a second he was hard and none of us knew if it would happen. Her eyes were closed and mine were looking everywhere at once. I could feel both of their bodies warm against me and my hand was wrapped around my own cock. Our lips touched, our fingers invaded, and our voices quivered. Someone moaned and she quietly begged.
We hung there, in that instance, for what felt like hours until someone moved and it began all over again.