The word from Write On Edge is Forbidden.
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Just the utterance of the word,
“forbidden”, gets a reaction from her because, of course, it’s all about what she’s not supposed to
want; what she’s not supposed to do.
Her heart immediately picks up it’s pace and she feels the flush rise in her cheeks. It’s as if she can feel the simple spoken word coursing through her veins. She reacts to it that much. But maybe it’s not the word so much as it’s the thought of the forbidden “one”.
Her heart immediately picks up it’s pace and she feels the flush rise in her cheeks. It’s as if she can feel the simple spoken word coursing through her veins. She reacts to it that much. But maybe it’s not the word so much as it’s the thought of the forbidden “one”.
The feeling is scary and sensual and exciting and enticing, all at the same time. Her body tingles, slightly vibrating. It's as if fingers on a non-existent hand are curling into itself, one by one
starting with the littlest finger, beckoning her to come along. And her mind has left the building.
Her body struggles,
challenged because it’s really difficult when you’re being coaxed toward the forbidden AND your mind
has already given a half “yes”.
This is what “forbidden” has her
do. And she’s doing it willingly with purpose and the forbidden one in mind.
I will step slowly towards
you closing the small space between us and gently push you back until the wall
allows you to move no further. There’s no one here but us. Don't worry.
With my hands lightly resting at your shoulders, my body will press against yours starting at our
thighs, then our hips, belly buttons. My breasts will find your chest; heartbeats will find each other. Our bodies will react to the warmth and pressure in the
most rhythmic way. My lips seeking your collar bone.
I will slowly make my way up
the length of your neck, softly kissing and sucking yet careful so as not to
make it obvious. Once reaching your earlobe, I will take it into my mouth and
bite it. Maybe not so gently, it just depends. Breathing softly into your ear. Hands following every inch of the way.
My lips will accidentally
brush your open mouth as they seek shelter on the other side, behind your other ear. Working my way entirely and tirelessly down, until they find the
hallow of your throat; their resting place. My favorite spot. This is where my hands will meet too. On your chest.
Gently pushing away from you,
my eyes meeting yours; they look as deep inside as they can see. Smiling I'll say,
“This is what you get when you come too close to me. I warned you something like this would happen.”
She knew she shouldn't have gotten so close to forbidden either. Because that would happen...and next time...
