| Challenge #129: Five Words |
[Aug. 25th, 2009|05:16 am] |
Title Undoing
Condom Ted
The once cool grass now hurt, feeling like needles pricking his over-sensitive skin.
He couldn’t ever be called shy; but without a pillow to muffle his gasps and moans, they could be mistaken for begging. His lips were chapped but he kept on kissing, trying to feed the sounds of his desire elsewhere.
The wind picked up, wrapping around their rhythm, cooling their sweat. He shivered.
When the clouds moved, there were no shadows, he faced the sun. They were again bathed in warmth and brightness. He squinted to make out the view, and as usual, this was his undoing. |
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