19 August 2012
They make eye contact across the room only to purposely break their line of sight. A pointless attempt to avoid forbidden thoughts, the curiosity of their minds demand they look again, then again.
With every glancing look They become unaware of the chemistry this chemical reaction they have created. The duration of the looks increase. They become magnetised as their heart rates race, their temperatures rise.
Inside her body she feels the want of her desires as her skin tingles to the beat of her heart, speeding, the beat deepening... her stomach warms to an idle heat, spreading up, up, spreading to her chest. Her soft nipples stiffen as her chest warms. Her mouth produces excesses of saliva to lubricate her desires.
As he goes through the same motions they both come to the same point simultaneously they need it, want it, right now on the table. He speaks first struggling to air his voice... " Ok I give in... that chilli is too dam hot would you like a cold beer? Waiter 2 ice cold beers please" She replies "loser!"
Too Hot To Handle • Opuss № I