Airport

I am tired and trying to work and thinking instead about shoving you into that corner at the airport, you, shy and uncertain, and I just want to get something from you, anything, right now, straight away, and I want to hear you, in my ear, in my mouth, breathe for me and gasp a little when I take your mouth and smash into your teeth and feel it reverberate and you have nowhere to back away to because you are already in that grubby corner and I push my hips forward and have an arm around your neck because your hair isn’t long enough to grab and I pull your mouth to me and stand on my toes to make myself taller than you so I can put some force into the kiss that I am using to claim you, and I slip one hand under your shirt and touch your skin softly while I taste your mouth and your tongue and feel your lips moving under mine, and I concentrate on all that sparking, spiky, urgent energy, there, concentrated at our mouths, but I still reach for your nipples and let you feel me play my fingertips over them and I know you want me to, even though you have barely seen me for five minutes, you are already thinking about it and you want to say ‘please, oh please…’ but you daren’t take your mouth from mine in case I pull away altogether, and I can feel you pushing your chest a little towards me, pleading with your body and when I tap at your nipple, you make a little yearning sound, and when I squeeze a little, pinch, twist, you make that beautiful sound into my mouth, that gasp-groan that goes straight to my cunt, and the promise of pain makes you thrust your hips towards me to get more contact on your cock even though I am already flush on you and and I can feel you hard against me and I want to wrap my leg around you and pull you against me tighter and feel your cock pressed hard against my jeans-covered pussy and use it to rub myself on you.

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  1. Ms. Ferns,

    “and you have nowhere to back away to because you are already in that grubby corner and I push my hips forward and have an arm around your neck”

    That passage makes me flutter. I want what you are offering so badly. And yet I am terrified. Terrified that you'll find me uninteresting, that your desire will vanish with one nervous stammer or a stupid word.

    And so if it was like usual, I would back away, find some excuse to be alone and safe. But not this time. This time you've shoved me in the grubby corner and you're not going to let me out. This time you have me trapped, you have me bare and vulnerable, and you know it.

  2. Daveboy: How nice of you to comment again, hello.

    “I want what you are offering so badly. And yet I am terrified…”

    Being terrified is fine and normal, courage is defined by feeling it and going forward anyway.

    “This time you have me trapped, you have me bare and vulnerable, and you know it.”

    Sometimes not having a choice is a great relief isn't it?

    I thought you might be interested in this thread on Fetlife: Shy subs.

    Ferns

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