Dribbly drabbles

The moment her hands are idle, hot blood spreads beneath her skin, turning the muscles to mush. Images are projected against the back of her mind, like obscene slides in a darkened room - the outline of his hand buried in his pocket, the heat that radiates from his body, his soft collar against the firm column of muscle in his neck makes her tongue ache to taste it, a stolen glance at that expressive mouth surrounded by trimmed dark hair causes a simultaneous moistening of both sets of full, sensuous lips. A cotton tee hides satin-wrapped stays that bite into tender flesh and nipples harden against the fabric in response to a low-toned question. The words pass through her head unheeded, her entire being focused on the sound as it rumbles through her brain, sending her heart fluttering against the cage of bone that holds it fast. Nails cut into her palm as she fights the urge to touch him, only to realize that he's not there...




as my hip bumps against the copy machine.