A Replacement to Writing? 2005/2006

Story

She was wearing a black, loose razor-back top with a pair of jeans. Fair skin, not in excellent condition, but fair enough. Her shoulder-length, layered black hair a bit dull but in good contrast with the chinese asian features she possess. Slim, obviously toned. Her voice is soft and sweet but persuasive as well. It reminds one of a slight breeze which is always welcomed in any weather. She has an air of confidence about her so that one gives way to her when she walks, and that places her on a pedestal above the others. The soft black material of her top loosely defined the shape of her breasts, her nipples taut against the cloth. Her breasts are not large, but in proportion to her body.

He wanted to touch them. He wondered what it would feel like. He wondered what they would look like. He wanted to kiss her and her breasts. He wondered if she would let him. He wondered if he put himself in her, would she moan like his mother did sometimes when his father put himself in her.

He is dark-skinned and she is yellow-skinned.
He wants and he wonders.

posted by tstar @ 12:47 PM