Independence Day
A raucous, rowdy parade formed unexpectedly, and the widest road sides were already overcrowded early in the day. I was caught by surprise in the middle of the boisterous crowd, and a sort of human stampede mercilessly pushed me onto an outer layer of rocks, and there I got lost. On the verge of falling into a gully, I felt you grasp me firmly from behind. I welcomed your firm and steady grip, your reassuring hands. I turned to thank your kindness, and in your lusty eyes I saw an unquenched thirst deep inside, parched by the hot blood pulsing through your veins like lava.
Following the parade chaos, I unexpectedly crossed your path again at a neighborhood bar where you used to play guitar. Electricity seemed to flow between us as we talked and laughed and learned about one other. Holding hands we walked together. Inside my supple body feelings surged with unexpected excitement, but the thrill was hidden beneath my habitual shyness. You were a novice to the lusty life I felt, an inexperienced sophomore in sensuality. I smiled and our eyes murmured something to each other that no one else could hear.
Then, amid a hyperactive wedding party we disappeared into a dark and out-of-the-way room while the guests were busy celebrating. Alone together, we carefully, meticulously undressed one another. I felt a wave of excitement run through me as you woke my every cell. My excitement gushed out and onto you. Your gentle hands and body movements probed and mapped a world where you had never been before, venturing there for the first time, and then again.
Again, you can explore if you wish.
Brandi xoxo
