Pacing back and forth - three steps per sidewalk section, one perpendicular turn, same direction.
Back the other way again. Three steps. One perpendicular turn. Same direction.
Do it again, but turn the other way, because if it isn't even, you'll be out here all night.
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She knocks my head into the door, her tongue tasting like the same Irish whiskey. Swirl left, slip the key in, stumble sideways into the room. The door slams shut again while we float into the bathroom. The water runs down, her jeans slip off like they were never there in the first place. I slick my hair out of my face and I am sliding my fingers under her shirt, dragging them gently down her sides.
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Three steps. One perpendicular. Three more. Go all the way back.
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I nip at her hip, I kiss down to her inner thighs. My hands run under her legs and lift up her knees. Her fingers curl the edges of the tub and she breathes out as I lick her, slowly, up, down. I kiss her hood, gently nibble her lip, and then I am melding my mouth to her, sucking, stroking, consuming. She is pushing into my face. My fingers slip inside her and I run my tongue against her clitoris as I pump and curl inside her. Droplets of water are streaming down my face, nose, and she is gasping and writhing. Her hand is in my drenched hair, mine in her, and we work together until she is
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Walk backwards three steps, one perpendicular. Hit the foot down again, it wasn't the same pressure as before. Repeat five more times, even pressure. Six backwards paces. How many is that total? Is it a good number yet? Stop. Stare. Light the
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Cigarettes, the water finally off, the bathroom steaming and smoking. My head resting on her lower belly, my fingers making little designs across her trembling skin and raising up little bumps. I slide my face down, give a last kiss, lean back and relax for a moment.
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At this rate, I'll never stop walking. Walking.
Walking Walking.
At At this this rate rate. I'll I'll never never stop stop.
Walking Walking.
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