Slipping Through My Fingers Lyrics Novels & Stories

"I have somethin' to say, but you're not here So, I'm gazing at the moonlit sky and say these words, You appeared in my life, like a comet You showed me all the stars, all the shiniest You touched me with your heart (Vocalizing) with your heart Then you disappeared Like fallen star, lonely You've hurt me enough, Yet I can't forget you You left me alone, Yet I couldn't forget you (Vocalizing) couldn't forget you Now, I'm letting the moonlight shine me, like I let you, I'm letting the spring breeze touch me, like I let you, I'm letting the soft sand and the sea cover me, like I let you, You've hurt me enough,

The guests cheered when Trix started pulling me to the stage. "I don't like others I will never get tired of you Whatever you say Hope it will be heard." "Often it seems Dogs and cats love I'm happy with you" I laughed a little because of the lyrics, it's like a dog and a cat we often fight...but is it true that he's still happy with me even though? "I am your slave even if I don't know it I'll admit sometimes I'm numb I hope you are listening your hug makes me excited" I don't know but my hand seemed to move on its own and hugged him.

The sound slipped out before I caught it. The wetness was sinful. My fingers slid through my folds like I was preparing it for something far more substantial than my own hand. I spread my index and middle fingers apart. Rubbed either side of my lips simultaneously. My hips tilted forward seeking more friction. I gave it to them. The sensation shot straight to my clit. My thighs trembled. My walls clenched around nothing so desperately. Fuck! "Desmond…" I breathed to the ceiling. Not a prayer. Just a name escaping a body that missed its handler.

The moment his rough fingers brushed my bare, dripping pussy, he cursed violently. “Fuck… you’re dripping down your thighs,” he rasped, sounding almost broken. Two thick fingers slid along my slit, spreading my wetness. “So fucking slippery.” I moaned softly and rocked against his hand. “That’s what you do to me. Put your fingers inside. Please.” For one long moment I thought he would. His middle finger even pressed against my entrance, teasing it. Then he yanked his hand away like he’d been burned and stepped back until he hit the counter.

' His fingers traced my slick entrance, teasing the puffy lips without entering, making me buck my hips desperately. 'Oh god, finger my pussy first! Stretch me out so your fat cock can ram inside!' I cried, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets, my voice breaking into sobs of frustration. He chuckled darkly, finally sliding two thick fingers into my soaked heat, curling them against that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids. I keened, walls fluttering around the invasion, his thumb grinding my clit in rough circles.

I bit my lips, my hips jerking, Begging to be touched. And then I felt it, his fingers sliding into my pants.

"This night is cold in the kingdom I can feel you fade away From the kitchen to the bathroom sink and Your steps keep me awake Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you're leavin', baby, let me down slowly Cold skin, drag my feet on the tile As I'm walking down the corridor And I know we haven't talked in a while So I'm looking for an open door Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste

The slurp sound of my fingers gliding against my soaked pussy lips. I bit my lips hard. Lord help me. I tried to resist my own hands but it betrayed me. Two fingers. I stuck them out. And put them at my entrance. I moaned At my own wetness. My slick was already dripping down my pussy, trailing down to my ass. And when I put my fingers, it started dripping down from it. I moaned. Pushed those filthy fingers inside it. Oh fuck. I pushed further. Slurpy. I pushed it deeper.

let me down slowly... This night is cold in the kingdom I can feel you fade away From the kitchen to the bathroom sink and Your steps keep me awake Don't cut me down, throw me out, leave me here to waste I once was a man with dignity and grace Now I'm slippin' through the cracks of your cold embrace So please, please Could you find a way to let me down slowly? A little sympathy, I hope you can show me If you wanna go then I'll be so lonely

“Slippery. I… I can’t think straight.” “You don’t need to think.” I sped up, hips lifting off the cushion just a fraction. “Just listen to me. Imagine it’s my thick, rough fingers instead. Pressing right where you need it. Then imagine it’s my cock—pushing in slow at first, stretching you till you’re gasping like you did just now.” A soft, desperate moan filtered through the line.