| ZYGOTE IN MY COFFEE.COM |
| ***BIO*** Jen Stickles has a degree in Contemporary Lit and Creative Writing from a crappy and cheap state college. Her goal in life is to be a famous poet but she is not stupid so she has a back up plan. Jen is going to graduate school to be a librarian. She intends to be the typical uptight librarian by day and by night she will spend her free time writing porn, um she means poetry. |
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| Between Friends |
| by Jen Stickles |
| I discovered the extent of my perversions when I was sixteen
the drink had lowered my inhibition I felt fuzzy and warm- muscles lose and lips parted your limp body was sprawled next to me legs spread, head hanging over the side of the stained mattress I watched in a drunken haze as your breasts rose with each breath they were smaller than mine, perkier I rolled toward you, my legs intertwining with yours I touched you, gently traced a finger around the edge of your left breast you didn’t move-unconscious I fondled your small breasts, licked at your mouth the small tank top you wore exposed your flat stomach I rubbed my nose against your skin, caressed your navel with the tip my foot rubbed against your bare ankle I could feel the beginning of stubble- you hadn’t shaved that day my tongue lapped at the cotton material covering your breasts I wanted to peel it away- expose your small nipples to the cool air my hand reached up the leg of your shorts whimpering at the feel of your thigh curls met my finger tips my panties landed on the hard wood floor- they were the ones with wild cherries on the back I took your hand, glanced at your face again I kneeled on your bed-on the yellow and white blanket I had bought you for your birthday my legs were spread, I lifted your hand and placed it against my sex manipulated your fingers, humped the palm of your hand I discovered the extent of my perversions when I was sixteen when I molested you in a drunken haze used your body to reach my first orgasm, covered your limp hand in my juices my tongue cleared away the evidence you awoke stiff and coated in my saliva I hid my face in shame and learned to control my moans while I masturbated in my room to the memory of your skin |
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| Aug. 2006 |
| 66 |