Clubrooms Diary

MALAYINA 

May 12th 2018  

I held my breath as he continued to rub his lips along mine. Sending a tsunami of butterflies up my legs exploding around my sex. I attempt to inhale shallow breathes as I'm solely consumed by his touch and I wish for nothing more than for him to get it over with and devour my lips. I'm eighteen years old and this is as close as I've gotten to kissing a man. 

On the lips.....

Kissing dick doesn't count..... 

Right?

I shake my head, answering him, with my eyes squeezed shut. Afraid to open them and let him see deep into my broken soul.

Letting him discover my untold tales. 

"You sure about that mikros?" He removes his lips from mine.

I mentally kick and scream begging him to return to me. With the tip of his nose, he runs it over my bare neck and I whimper at the foreign feeling.

The heat of his breath tickles my skin, compelling me to squirm in my seat as he shifts my head to the side. Giving himself free access to the crook of my neck. He glides his wet tongue along my feverish skin, coating me with his essence. My nipples harden as they peek shamelessly through my white blouse.

Begging to be touched.

"You smell like a rainforest on a sunny day." He breathes me in. 

"A breath of fresh air." He whispers hoarsely into my ear. 

I arch my back off the seat, thrusting my breasts forward as another soft moan escapes between my lips..

His accent alone is enough to send my body tumbling into an orgasm. On a whim, I wrap my fingers around his wrist, removing his hand from my face and I slide his sensual hand between the gap of my blouse.

him to cup

my eyes needing

I want him...

on a silver platter and

No questions asked.

pad of his thumb brushes over the top of my nipple and I gnaw

growls as he quickly moves away from

fast for a man who's just lost control for a minute

The lust that once absorbed his emerald green eyes

He

I'm told and I fix my blouse,

my chair and sigh at

did I honestly think this was going to lead?

rewind time

it will

will ruin

says and she's not

Hulk' in their native tongue and seconds later a file is being handed to him through the window. His window goes

He opens the

him

So...

the window and he presents me with a fresh one? I think to

my eyes scan over it. I turn it over and

rest of it?" I wave the

my

I may be young.

I'm not stupid enough to sign my life away without

signing your rights away to think for yourself until your debt is paid." He