Dreaming of you keeps me asleep. Being with you keeps me alive.
The best kiss is the one that has been exchanged a thousand times between the eyes before it reached the lips because one day you will kiss someone you can’t breathe without and find that breath is of little consequence.
She used to love being wanted until she felt what it was like to be craved. She wanted him to touch her without using his hands.
My thighs were trembling from the pleasure I felt. You stroked my hair, suckled my nipples, gently caressed my body as you assured me of your everlasting love for me.
“I would rather own a little and see the world than own the world and see a little of it.” …
He imagined having a taste of her supple lips and knowing the wonders of the flavors that lay between them.
He asked himself as he tried to jot down a few sentences because life had taught him that you talk to women in sentences and paragraphs and not lines.
He had kept her just long enough to forget the one he truly loves. Njeri felt like Mutuku was a funnel that had sifted the finest pieces of her heart and left it paralyzed and she wondered if she would ever feel it beat again.
He unhooked Talia’s bra and behold the “two beautiful airbags” were staring right at him. He kissed them passionately as he suckled them delicately while Talia gave out soft moans.
The guilt was mostly because she had been so good to him and all he could think of was ripping clothes from her body.
I need to kiss you so badly. One of those kisses where I’m pressing against you as much as possible and my hands are gently rubbing your scalp and moving down your back, clutching to you in any way I possibly can as I kiss you as deeply as possible and think about how much you are mine and only mine.
The guy seemed to be struggling to keep his hands off the young lady and given the opportunity he would probably do some very naughty and nasty things to her.