dear diary ~ . . . .
imagine. between the garage wall and him is you, sandwiched between. his calloused hand snakes over your body, landing on your hips; his other tightly held the nape of your neck as if he was afraid of letting go and you dissipating into the air surrounding him. the sight of you after hours of exhaustion; wood cutting, nail drilling, measuring, all in that beating sun that made his skin almost lava to the touch .. it was like seeing Heaven after living an eternity in Hell.
sweating, musky, panting. any other time seeing a single speck of dirt on you would send him into a frenzy, but now ? he couldn’t care less. he needed you. he can’t resist you. his tongue intertwined with yours, body like a vice keeping you against that wall. enough progress has been made today. right now? all he wanted was you, and you he would get.
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