TheWellReadMillenial
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She reads, writes, teaches, reads some more, and daydreams.
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Say My Name
It’s hard to say what rouses you first - his calloused, but smooth, fingers grazing over your side or his soft lips brushing over your neck. You whimper slightly and turn into his embrace so you are lying face to face, nuzzling his neck as you whisper, “you came.”
By TheWellReadMillenial5 years ago in Filthy
Swimming Pools
“I wish we could stay like this forever.” Your head is against his chest and you’re lying between his legs and he’s reclined in a poolside lounge chair with his arms around you. There are two empty bottles of wine on the ground beside you, oversized glasses on the side table. Both of you are looking up at the Montana night sky and he nods, kissing the top of your head.
By TheWellReadMillenial5 years ago in Filthy
Bath Tubs
He knows you so well. The steam is curling in tendrils up from the tub, and he promises (and he’s always kept his promises) that it will be the perfect temperature by the time you’re both done in the shower. You both agree that a bath is for relaxing, not washing - you’d literally be sitting in a pool of your own dirt - so you always shower together before moving to the bath. You almost always end up messing around in the tub, so it’s a moot point, but it’s nice to pretend.
By TheWellReadMillenial5 years ago in Filthy
Packing
“Kitten, have you seen my — oh, hello,” He purred as he leaned in the doorway of our shared bedroom. “Looking for something?” I said with a teasing lilt to my voice, raising an eyebrow. He nodded and stalked closer, eyes dark. “Anything I can help with?” My voice was breathy as he crouched at the foot of our bed, clearly preparing to pounce.
By TheWellReadMillenial5 years ago in Filthy
Sleep
“Angel,” Brendon sighs when he comes into the bedroom and sees you’re still awake. “You need to rest.” You pout up at him from under the covers and he settles on the edge of the bed, brushing a hand over your forehead. He frowns and leans over to press his lips to your flushed skin. “You’re still really warm,” he tells you. “You need to drink more water and sleep.”
By TheWellReadMillenial5 years ago in Filthy
Can You Come Over?
“Can you come over?” His voice is soft but he can’t hide the desperation there, and the booze isn’t helping either. She wonders why she answered the phone. At this hour, there’s only one person it would - could - be. “Miss you. Please. Will you come over?” Oh, she thinks to herself as he purrs the last part into the phone. That’s why.
By TheWellReadMillenial5 years ago in Filthy
