Natalie Portman's porcelain silky skin, laid out in front of me, tempting me to touch like rabbit ears. Her sultry eyes are smoldering with desire as I approach her, my lips quivering with anticipation. My hands dampen with sweat, longing to caress that olive skinned Harvard body. The moonlight streams in through the curtains, outlining her graceful curves, climbing every inch of her thighs up to her navel. Slipping my index finger under the purple strap resting on her shoulder, I graze the tresses of her hair and slide it slowly down her shoulder, kissing the nape of her neck as I go. Natalie unconsciously slips out a soft moan. My fingers barely touch her skin as I trace them along her collar bone, running them up along her neck, slowly along her jawline, my thumb reaches her bottom lip as she parts her mouth open and flicks her tongue against my fingers. She reaches her hand up to push a piece of my hair that has fallen over my shoulder, slowly rising to kiss my lower lip ever so slightly.
And then I woke up.
Alone.
Fuck.
Alone.
xoxo,
Merson
And then I woke up.
Alone.
Fuck.
Alone.
xoxo,
Merson
