#creatuve

The piano echoed through my small, plain room. It bounced off the beige walls like a tennis ball.

"Take my hand and come with me." She said.

"I want to show you something, I know you've thought about it before."

I was taken into her home, through a dim passage and into her bedroom; at least I think it was hers, it was mostly pink plush on everything and smelled of lavender.

I sat on her abnormally soft bed and peered around the room, waiting.

Waiting for my next instruction.

"Take them off." She ordered.

"W-w-what?" I stuttered back.

"Your clothes, sweet boy, take them off."

With a chest full of nervous breathing and what appeared to be a swarm of hornets in my stomach, I took them off.

I'd never even been in a girls room before, let alone naked in one;

And I'd never thought that it would be this pink. I'd grown fond of the lavender smell though.

She sat on me, just above my waistline and stared at my chest, then into my eyes.

I could feel her pulse through my hip bones and I swear I nearly lost consciousness.

She pressed her lips to my stomach, and started to say

"People don't pay enough attention to the torso, there's so many nerves, so many pin points."

I laid there, barely able to breath, let alone reply.

Before I knew it, I was in her mouth.

Her nails clawing at my chest, her tongue like a massage bed.

This was bliss and I was living in ecstasy.

I saw her hand slowly creep past her own waistline, although it was only covered by a thin strap of red nylon.

Her eyes began to sink into her head, as I sunk further into her throat;

She had taken control of both of us.

She started to breathe so heavily that I thought she might choke,

But my fears quickly faded after my body started to, well, what seemed to feel like, internally catching fire.

She knew I was almost done,

Both on the edge of pure pleasure,

Her arm rose up into the air and she said,