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We're not supposed to.
I know that; you know that.
We shouldn't be here- wherever here is. Bent over a desk while the lights are out, straddling hot flesh and hungry eyes in an out-of-the-way motel, you with your skirt hiked up and panties slid hastily aside, or laid down softly, slowly, on someone else's bed of roses.
We shouldn't be doing this now. Not when there's so little space in the day, not when your family is wondering where you've slipped off to, not when we both know there's someone out there looking for me, for you. Not when it's a chance encounter. Not the first time we meet.
We shouldn't be doing this. You shouldn't be looking nervously up, with my eyes kind and my hands giving yours a reassuring squeeze that this won't hurt as much as people think it should. That it'll be good, sweet even, for your first time. I shouldn't be gasping into the wetness between your legs, the tingle of fear that we might get caught. crackling down my spine. You shouldn't be grunting into the pillow when you feel me enter, back there where I'm never supposed to touch, and you sure as hell shouldn't be enjoying it.
We shouldn't be with each other.
We shouldn't be together, doing this - here, now.
But we are.
And maybe all those shoulds don't mean as much as what's so wrongly, rightly good.
I suppose this one's vague. It's a portrait of a feeling, for a thousand different situations. Or maybe just one. Who knows?
Maybe I've just been listening to that one song again.
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