!Does this turn u on?! =D?

She walked down the empty street. The bars had closed, the roads had cleared and the light that lit the paths had dimmed. The wind husled, a little, swaying the street debris about.





It was she, the sound of rattling cans rolling around, and none other. She thought..


The path was dark, yet she was calm, solitary, serious.


She walked, slowly, yet keeping pace. Pausing, she picked her handbag off her shoulder and halted near a faintly lit, dying lamp post. Perhaps the only one left that still flickered.





Leaning against it, pole pressing against her plump thighs, she roughly raged through her handbag in frustration, like a scavenger groping it's prey, finally clutching the damp,





scrunched up packet of cigarettes from an abandoned side pocket which was smeared with her old, discarded, rouge lip stick. Clinging onto the pack, she placed her handbag





elegantly between her legs, as a lady, the draping, and stretching of her coat over her leg was building up an inhibbited desire of the unknown in me. I wanted more. I observed as





she sighed deeply, pulling the last, perfectly curved cigarette out of the scrunched, damp pack. Disposing the pack out of sight as she carelessly threw it flying into the wind that





picked it up and sent it gliding through the air, until it hit the cold, black, tarmac, landing right beside her elegant, polished shoes. Placing the tip of her cigarette into her full, round,





parted lips, sent me shivvers straight to my groin. I trembled, yet, I still held control of myself and ,some, deccency. Clinging onto the edge of the wall, my eyes burned through





every inch of her hidden self. I had always noticed her. The way her hair falls to one side, revealing her bear, vunerable neck to me, she knows she wants it tugged and torn.. Her





legs, so slim at the ankle, urging to be gripped and groped. But her eyes killed me. Her eyes glide from left to right, subconsciously searching for me..not daring to show, or worse





admit. A single glance into her eyes and we're locked in an unbreakable bond of exctasy. Time fades and we become yet spinning visions and dreams of our vivid imaginations.





The intense magnetism of those eyes pull me mercilessly into the depth of her oceans and submerge me far deep into the waters of her meaning. I was more than beguiled. I





longed the gratification and satisfaction by fulfilling our mutual desires. The voice within me spoke sharp-tongued, drawing me closer, to the approval of the transgression from





deccency to the barbaric indulgence of her soft, warm ******* flesh. Our union was both unknown and feared. The mutual understanding that we unconciously share is obligely





denied by both of us. Yet, we do both know it exists. Underneath us, or hovering above us, it is in existance.


It is there, per every split second, in the exchange of our subtle lustful stares that are without a doubt undeniable. I am just beggining to realise the soaring heights we can acheive





as one, with the upmost potential.


Admiringly I watched her tugg a suck out of the thick filter lying between her smooth fingers. She inhaled her only weakness, combined with my breath charging to her through the





distance, unnoticed, unseen.

!Does this turn u on?! =D?
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Reply:No, a little too wordy and not much about sex or being turned on. If you want to write something full of lust you have to speak of the lust that you feel. Write about the physical changes that your body feels while you are watching her. Don't get me wrong, a little detail wording is a must, but don't get so lost in it as it loses the readers too.
Reply:wow, great.
Reply:not really at all
Reply:nein



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