The time I had my moms car and I told you I was coming over? How I had to run a few errands first, then I’d come to you? You called and called telling me to hurry, and you couldn’t wait any longer.
I walk through the door. Its quiet. Krept up the stairs and as I turn the corner you’re on your knees staring up at me ready. Yanking my pants off and loving me below. Looking at me with such devilish eyes. I start to pant. You stop and get up, drag me to the bed and bend me over and prop me on my knees. I could see us, our silhouette in the glare of the powered off analog, I couldn’t look away, it was too beautiful of a sight. Entering me, time went awol as you threw your he’d back slowly in ultimate bliss, I flooded.
buddhism teaches that craving something for mere pleasure can only lead to suffering, but i know you must be the exception
Lindsey Wixson by Emma Summerton for Vogue Japan December 2013