Wednesday, February 13, 2008

50 words - Alone

Miraculously we had the whole tube carriage to ourselves. I relished the sticky feeling of her bright red lipstick around my mouth, knowing I looked like I'd just bitten into a juicy, ripe cherry. My hand between her thighs, we rolled into the brightly lit discomfort of King's Cross station.

7 comments:

Lilith said...

Which train was it? looking forward to take it now... ^^

bittersweet me said...

i suddenly feel hungry

*slurp*

Luka said...

You're putting it on too thickly if it's sticky. Take a tissue as well as the lippy next time, and blot!

MonMouth said...

Hehe. But if she blots, I don't get to look like I've eaten a box of juicy cherries...

Anakalia said...

Mmmm. Delicious.

How's things? Been a while...

Isabella Snow said...

I've always wondered if men liked absorbing lipstick. On the lips, I mean. I know they like it elsewhere. ;)

max said...

tasty, indeed.