Cigarettes After Sex Falling In Love の小説・ストーリー

He lit one cigarette and passed it to her before lighting another for himself. They laid in silence, blowing smoke in the air as they relaxed in the afterglow of what they'd shared. He rolled to his side facing her, his finger making a trail down her middle until it met her Mons. "You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen." She opened her legs when his hand moved lower giving him free access to her. He dipped his finger inside as she lifted her lips to his. The kiss was deep, soul stirring as she rolled over on top of him, making sure to keep the burning cigarette away from his eyes while reaching between them with her free hand to find his already rising cock.

Looking for something they've never even tasted. "Reo, I'll be out in a bit. Ah ..." Finally after all that has been passed, Jack just came out. Releasing thick fluid from the intimate part. The liquid that then felt full in Reo's anal canal. They both collapse. tired. Jack hugged Reo's body tightly. While Reo himself put his head on Jack's chest. "I love you, Reo." Jack gave a few kisses on the top of Reo's head. "I am yours and you are mine." he added again.

My natural lube runs out the sides of my core and he catches some with his fingers and tastes it like he did before. He puts his lips on mine and his tongue grazes the roof of my mouth. This isn't just sex, this is making love. I've never been in real love before, but with Aiden, this passion and intimacy have forced me to realize the truth. That I have fallen for Aiden, fast and hard like a comet plummeting toward Earth. He thrusts harder and harder, making his humps deeper. He calls my name and bites his lips. "Oh...my...god...Kayla! Wow!" He yells as I watch him orgasm. His climax makes me cum at the same time as him.

*************************************************** Across Town – A Seedy Motel Charlie leaned against the doorframe, half-smoked cigarette hanging from his lips. His shirt was unbuttoned, jeans torn, eyes red. Jade approached him slowly, her presence electric. “I missed you,” she said softly. “I missed you too, baby,” he muttered, pulling her in. They kissed like they’d been starving. Desperate. Addicted. Toxic. Moments later, clothes were lost. Bodies tangled. Old flames reignited in a firestorm of sex, smoke, and temporary high. Afterward, they lay tangled in sheets and ash.

This place was the home they had shared ever since they registered their marriage. Since she loved grapes, Lennon planted a grapevine in the yard and set up a swing so they could go on it together every summer. Now, she raised a shovel and struck the trellis. It collapsed with a crash, just like her love. Mabel tore down the massive wedding photo in the living room and burned it, along with the love letters Lennon had written her. Just as the flames died down, Lennon returned. He frowned at the fire pit. "What's that for?"

I shrugged. "What do I have to do to get you to stop smoking?" He asked. I stared at him. Why is sex the first thing that comes to my head when I hear those words? I'm guessing he knows what I'm thinking. "Have you ever had rooftop sex before?" I asked. He nodded his head. He lit up a cigar and dragged in some smoke. "Well. I haven't, " I said. He looked a me, dragging in a smoke. He placed his lips on mine. The smoke left both our mouths. I moaned against his lips. He grabbed my neck with his hand, squeezing it lightly.

"You wanted it back, right? Take it." He shook his head. "No, Kitty is yours! It's always been yours. I can't…. I can't just…" he faltered. "What is the point of all of this, Damian? I gave Kitty away because I wanted to be rid of anything that reminded me of you! What do you expect from this? Then I'd somehow think you're the greatest lover on Earth?!" His face turned pale. He could not say anything. She shoved Kitty into his arms. "Stop trying to use it as a tool to gaslight me, Damian. It's not gonna work because I don't care anymore. Do you get it yet?"

He is lying here with me; how can I still be picturing him touching me? I should just be happy he is here. I begin to move slowly, climbing on top of him, my legs on either side as I begin to kiss his lips passionately. I don’t want the whips, the chains, the clamps or the blindfold. Tonight, I just want him. Slowly lowering myself onto his cock, I feel my body relax as I slowly begin to move my hips. The sex is gentle and loving, just like the first time after the accident. Nothing included just us two. It feels perfect. Sure I still want more, but I would choose this over everything else.

"You know, I won't let you have this kind of food very often." "Good. Once a month is about enough. Most mornings I'm a cereal, toast and coffee guy." "Do you smoke?" "You were there. Did you see any smoke?" "I meant cigarettes, pipe, cigars, grass?" "I meant after sex. The answer to all the others is, I tried them and liked kissing better. Do you smoke?" "You were there." "You put the flames out with your juices. I take that as a No." "Never started. Don't like kissing someone who smokes."

"It makes people do stupid, unimaginable things—things they wouldn’t normally do." "But isn’t that okay? If it’s in a good way?" I countered. He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. "It always turns bad, eventually." I frowned. "You sound like you speak from experience." "Maybe," he said, tilting his head slightly. Then he leaned in, his eyes glinting under the dim bar light. "You see, love is like a cigarette." I blinked, caught off guard by the analogy. "What?"