The taste of fire

This is something for you to whisper about... a big fat WARNING

I write what I feel of an event. This I have pulled out of my archives. A day from the past of Ali.

Thirty minutes gone and I can still taste him. I can taste the first kiss of the night. The one when his fingers were pumping in and out making it hard to breathe, making my mouth parched, my lips moving like a fish gasping for air, and the whole time sounds uttering out of me, whimpers and moans that should never come from a strong girl like me. That kiss in the middle of all of that when he had been watching me with that strange half smile; it tasted sweet like the Mountain Dew he had been drinking when I walked through the door an hour before. The kisses that followed, some with the lingering sweetness, some with something more a flavor all its own like a breath of morning air on a cool summer day with a twist of fire mixed in. Fire like the cigarette I knew he smoked before I came. The kiss that followed my vest and shirt on the way to the floor had that unique flavor with a hint of want and lust. I never knew want or lust had a taste but I knew tonight. The kiss after he caught me in my disappearing act, making my way to his bedroom. That kiss had a drop of laughter mixed in with the rest. The next kiss surprised me, after the door was shut the kiss was filled with everything we had experienced so far; want, lust, unique flavor, laughter, but had the strong flow of hesitation. The next kiss was defiantly quick barely leaving any taste at all. He had broken his stride and I had to bring it back. My next taste was of his skin; the outer shell of his earlobe--that taste is indescribable. I held on to that flavor while whispering things in his ear, "I want you to touch me and taste me" "I wanna feel you" "Feel your fingers" "Make me beg and call for you", these things and more were said. The next kisses were flavored with pleas of begging and wanting. Then he moaned "Please". That was it. On that note I tasted more. I tasted down his chest to his member, licking the shaft at the base. Running my tongue over the length bringing in the new flavors and letting them register. It felt good, so good to please him to hear his cries of pleasure, the mix of sounds and taste made me wet. He pulled me to my knees and began plunging his fingers in me, at first out of sync then in rythym with my mouth. It was shortly thereafter he came, and a new taste erupted for me. It was surprisingly smooth and salty with a hint of sweet. For once I was not turned off at this flavor in fact I liked it. I can still taste it two hours later. The last kiss of the night was full of admission and caring. The lust and want was gone but replaced with the more stable tastes, and the flavor of a breath of morning air on a cool summer day mixed with fire. A cigarette smoldering in his fingers as I walked away.

until the fates let us,

Ali