So you want stories necro? Well, here you go. I was 19 at the time. The names have been changed to protect the sexy.
As I stare into the eyes, I gently work my way down the forearms with my hands. So softly do my fingers move until I reach the wrists, when like powerful serpents, they slowly coil around them.
Maneuvering the arms slowly behind the back, I use my forearms to pull her towards me until we gently collide. The heat, the sweat , the skin mingles. I become acutely aware of my own heart. I hear it, I feel it. I stare at the vessels in her neck, the pulsation increasing in both frequency and strength, driving me to madness.
