The bed was made up in simple blue cotton-phew. As with the rest of the flat, the room was small but tidy. His bedroom was definitely not as dirty as his smoking habit. I was pleasantly surprised and even more convinced his mum did his cleaning. Luckily, my powers of deduction were correct, and I opened the door and stepped inside, not knowing what to expect. In classic cliché style, I took Andrew’s hand and led him in the direction of what I hoped was the bedroom-the only place in the flat where I’d yet to go. Once again, I wasn’t sure if I was the hunter or the prey. I hated smoking, but somehow the dirty habit fit perfectly with his pure masculinity. He tasted faintly of cigarette smoke and more strongly of peppermint from a mint or some gum he’d clearly been munching to mask the smell. Leaning down to kiss me, he said, “We most certainly do.” I slipped my arms around his waist, deliberately pushing my breasts into his back and whispered into his ear, “Come on sweetie, I’m sure those can wait, can’t they? We have better things to be getting on with.”Īndrew stretched across the draining board, swiftly wiped his hands on a tea towel, and turned in my arms.
I wasn’t bothered if he had noticed me or not by this point, I just wanted to claim my prize.
I followed the sound into the tiny kitchen and padded up behind him, unsure if he’d heard me or not. Here’s a snog-tastic snippet from my erotic short story, A Bit of Rough: I have literally run out of new snogs (though I have lots of upcoming releases so hopefully that will be rectified soon!) so I’ve had to recycle an older one.
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