She remembered their reunion kisses well. Moist lips meeting, and the bristling of his whiskered chin on her smooth one. How his tongue invaded her mouth, and the way it tasted. Like hot sex on a summer night when she was 16. Oh God, the way he smelled.
The mere presence of him left her breathless. His hands cupped her breasts through her clothing. She moaned into his mouth, and sucked his perfect tongue.
As they said goodbye, she knew she’d never see him again. Their lives continued to be complicated, and no amount of passionate kisses could mend them.
Thank you Lance Burson for hosting the 100 Word Song. I’m honored to write stories with all of you.
Ohh lovely kisses…
They are the best aren’t they? Even if they are bittersweet.
The yearning and regret is palpable in this piece. Very evocative.
I’m so glad you could feel it. I appreciate your comment.