Sunday, 16 September 2012

She drains the sun.2

I end up in the store later with an ice cream not bothering and finnishing it watching as I believe to be a homosexual couple of women as I recall the red haired beauty which I couldn’t just tilt over and go on top, spreading her legs out.

I see the butch woman smile at the femme and I recall how it feels when I was closeted and confused and I would try to understand why I can’t dance with a woman on the dancefloor instead of drinking orange juice with cheap vodka or some other alcohol in and I wish she would’ve walked in and I think she’s over her twenties, maybe she has another job and she just watches young girls and then touches herself.

I want to the classical couple make out.

I walk in behind them to try on a pair of shorts and they go in the same cabin, I close my eyes and press myself against the wall.

I don’t even know her name.

I think of that disco again and how on the next a girl had dragged me in, one which I had math with who had a northern accent and was drunk before even the beginning.

She had lured me in, whispering and giggling and in the end kicking the women’s door open exposing some girls who were fucking quite viciously, she had passed me the bottle of booze and I saw a joint getting passed around. I managed to ask for cigarettes and I had dug first time in for a pussy, spreading the fucked girl’s legs and feeling a mixed taste of sex, orgasm and two women making love as I had thought then rather than fucking ad it had been great, licking her as I eyed the icelandic girl called Bjork kissing with another dark haired woman with a slender waist and I was licking the breasts of a blonde who was biting her lips.

Some people know who is a lesbian and who is not, but the LGBT flag on her pin bugged me off, I had been proud amongst women I fuck but that’s it.

I close my eyes as I imagine the butch fingering the femme harshly, biting her neck and maybe even sliding a dildo out to fuck her tight vagina. I don’t even think that they’re even fucking, but I want to believe sometimes and I start touching myself glancing at the mirror to see the newly cropped black fringe and I see her close her eyes the fake eyelashes crossing the real, closing eyes tighter and letting her tongue out.

I gasp and keep fingering myself harder, looking at the mirror, it’s still an obsession with one’s body and I want to see her want me.

Eventually I come, thrusting and nearly knocking the clothing down behind my head and gasping, I’d kill for masturbation.

I eventually go outside my fingers still soaked so I suck them off, not seeing the couple, the shorts hanging around my neck and I smile and pay.

I want to see my fantasy strolling with ice cream, dipping her cunt in vanilla and strawberry, licking her lips and fuck I want her badly, I want to lick her, push her breasts as hard as I can and share a double sided dildo as she cannot even scream from pleasure. I don’t think I’m even such a bad shag.

I want to go back, so I go back past my school scowling a bit to not see her there but on the other side of the street, biting her nails and smiling at the sky above with her hair as some burning fire which I’m not even scared of.

I hesitate and I walk up, in some daze and I order ice cream, her pin is now gone and she seems a bit too thoughtful and I get scared of her age and it’s different when you are in a fuck club and I hope she would show me a dildo and shove it within me and I just take the ice cream, leaking in her own feelings and thoughts as in the end she smiles at me.

“You ok, love?” She asks me. What if she’s thirty? Fuck.

“Yeah.” I just say nothing wishing I were in London to dip my nose in specific literature which would still have barely any sex scenes and for erotica I don’t seem cheap enough sometimes. I don’t say anything and I eat the ice cream in front of her.

The woman leans out of the small caravan and looks around.

“C’mon, sweetie, let’s go.” And she slips back in, closes the window and I feel cut off. Fuck, what if she is thirty?

She walks out, smoking and I see her green platforms and her laugh as she closes everything.

I just shiver and she slips out a menthol cigarette and smiles at me.

I am underage.

I am about to make out with a woman twice my age, I feel music filling my ears that I cannot hear her conversation.


I manage to reply to something and walk closer to the Royal Mile, her red bag hanging on her hips and I wonder if we are headed where we are supposed to as we walk past Grassmarket where people are hung and I’m shivering even more.

I can’t stop shivering and people walk around in Hunters, a fair sign of rain or people just loving wellies too much and I am amused by my eye catching so many typical things to Edinburgh and the lack of rain today.

It even feels like I am walking alone, as if I am heading up to the castle from the bridges, walking past all the shops, wobbling around the houses and slipping them in mind, nearly wobbling from the scent and exhasution of beauty which is kept and I miss home all of a sudden and it’s a relief when we reach the Royal Mile and she takes out her iPhone, a white one and takes a few quick snaps most likely with my face so pale and I wonder why she needs it but once I’ve been invited straight to a club and well I’ve made out with people wobbling past and caught women who wanted me.

Then she laughs and we walk into some small store which sells cashmere one of the many and walk upstairs.

I look at the small room as she undoes her jacket and her shirt.

This is like a club I say to myself, scared and rushed as the woman goes down and starts undoing my buttons, tracing my clit with her finger first and then her tongue.

She closes her majestic eyes and I scream, shivering, thrusting my hips in as she smiles and laughs.

She bites my clit gently and pulls it with her lips, looking at me mischievously and taking off her own skirt, platforms aside as she keeps licking me over the fabric. The red haired blows on my clit, laughing and slowly dipping her finger in my entrance, and puts her mouth there before pulling it harshly down and pushing me on the wooden floor.

As I open my eyes from the impact she’s still licking the fabric and I see how she undid her shirt exposing her breasts and I am trying to grab hold of something but I can’t and she keeps teasing me and eventually she pulls my underwear down and pants with her teeth.

“Let’s get you ready, love.” She says even tenderly and spreads my theighs roughly as she manages to take the tight jeans off and leaves the rather odd smiling cow socks bought on the classic sales.

The wonderful woman with a not so straight sexual orientation takes in now on my bare skin as I scream out, my entire body shaking harshly as she keeps sucking my clit, her fingers tracing my entrance soaking it in.

“Kinky.” The older woman says and slides her hand in and tears her mouth with a cum trail between her red lips and my screaming vagina.

She presses her body against the bed, fingers hidden and desire behind buttons of a jean skirt and she screams, raisisng her skirt and I see no underwear and a thong lying aside.

I see the woman laugh and showing me how beautiful she is with her entrance and her ass and I just lie there, slowly taking off my shirt as she strokes herself, slowly, teasing and then sucking her fingers.

Then she goes on fours and smiles, exposing everything between her legs.

“Hit me.” She says, red hair against the boards.

I slap her buttcheak a bit weakly and I see a trail of cum leaking out of her entrance and I slide my tongue against it as I feel her entire body smile and I repeat it more and more until I sit up and pin her down, putting my legs into position.

The sex woman laughs and pins me back down on the floor.

And starts moving on me. She removes her shirt and beige bra, her breasts exposed and right in front of my face as I begin sucking and she strokes my hair.

“Such a quite lesbian, eh?” And she starts biting my neck as I gasp at each thrust of sex and I stop seeing anything, screaming her, calling even her an ice woman and she laughs, everything is an explosion of the scene and sex, sex is never so good

So good

“They say it’s better with the one you love.” I gasp as we are both near.

“Let’s play the fairytale then, bitch.” And I come, screaming, clawing her back, thrusting my hips up, gasping, screaming her calling her names, even swearing as I even squirt on her and I don’t even see her orgasm, I just feel her scream soaking up my self as she starts moaning and shivering and slapping whatever she can of my body and slamming her vaginal lips against my own and harder and harder and harder


It feels like I come again but it’s so long it’s beautiful us screaming, someone banging and I feel people bying cashmere and I hear the bagpipes and I sit up, my hair a mess and even braided with hers as her eyes are still closed and she looks at my stomach.

“Look at me, woman. I don’t care you’re age. I’m fifteen.” I say and I kiss her lips.

She kisses me so brief and collapses hands clawing my soul and tearing it hastly for the city, which is herself, making love to her is like making lvoe to home and I see some seagulls fly past as I wonder how we look, thirty and fifteen and I just kiss her, knowing home at last and always knowing with the streets and the music and the worn Hunter boots I need to use again to join the mass of love.

She drains the sun.3