Big Pimpin

See this is why I don't sleep around.

Pining for someone's touch as soon as they leave?

No thanks.

I never realized it, but I am quite the little temptress.

All night long, cuddled up with him.

A falsely innocent expression on my face.

A cute little arm stretched across his leg,

A little too close to where it shouldn't be.

But I couldn't possibly know what I'm doing.

All the while he was being the perfect asshole.

But one I could deal with.; one he didn't mean to be.

Texting his girlfriend,

Mouthing surely inappropriate things to his boy

To keep me in check with reality.

This was no fairy tale.

But he was so unsure of himself at the same time.

Shy glances.

Awkward statements.

Audible heart beat.

Deep breaths

As he struggled to keep composure.

I made him wait  until the last possible moment.

Til we both tasted like cake and I felt like I'd teased enough.

I let him claim me, but wanting more.

Needing more.

"I have to see you soon. I can't wait so long this time."

I can't either.

(Of course he'll never know.)

That I already miss his lips suckling mine.

Slightly chapped and ever so male.

His hands creeping into my shirt, on my ass.

Seeing how far I'd let him go. 

I had all the power. I coulda said no.

Of course I didn't.

I slowly invited him.

Tilting my head, my dainty little fingers kneeding his solid biceps.

Pressing oh so closer until only thin costumes hindered us.

And I wanted that layer thinned

Even more.

I lifted my leg, a silent statement.

Urging him closer,

Begging for his pelvis

To struggle against mine.

He sated my innocent demand.

Teach me.

He will.

That goodbye hug.

So sweet.

I thought I could 

Nuzzle his neck

For forever.

I sniffed

Trying to memorize his sent.

"Awwe, BooBoo

Are you crying?"

No.

I sorta wanted to.

I know I'm messing with fire.

Playing and getting played

Simultaneously.

But I like this game.