A Twilight Kiss

WARNING: Aside from being potentially offensive, reading this with a wild imagination may cause undue heart palpitations and wanton desires, so please use your own discretion.

A Fictitious Entry that Chronicles the Thirst of Kristen Stewart aka Bella Swan for Robert Pattinson aka Edward Cullen

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“Wanna try it again, baby?”

I whipped my head towards her voice. From the bedroom speakers came music with a strong percussive beat, and then, Kristen came into view with a slithering motion that reminded me of a snake responding to the call of its charmer. My heartbeat accelerated when I realized that she held in her hands the untied ends of the blue green plaid blouse that she was wearing earlier.

With a wicked little smile, Kristen started flashing me with glimpses of her tantalizing breasts by jerking one side of the blouse’s panel open, then closing it just as quickly. Since she wasn’t wearing a bra, I was gifted with teasing peeks of her unencumbered mammary glands.

Kristen did this several times, with my brain busily assembling bits and pieces of visual memories of creamy flesh, a glimpse of pinkish brown tips, and a full roundness that my hands wanted to grab and suck. My glands started to produce more saliva. I had to swallow several times because, otherwise, I was going to drool.

When Kristen slowly glided towards me, I was held spellbound by her movements. She was on tiptoes, as if she was wearing heels; and she was sashaying in that crisscross fashion that models do, except that she was really doing it so leisurely that it defied the music’s tempo.

She would actually balance on one leg, lift the other leg, bend it until that foot was beside the knee of the balanced leg, stay for a few seconds, and then repeat the same motion with the bent leg straightening and doing the balancing act this time.

It was a graceful, heart-stopping dance move, which just made me drool even more because she had settled her hands on her waist, resulting in the panels of her blouse fluttering with every step, baring the inner curves of her mouth-watering mounds. I clenched my fists in an attempt to halt the impulse to grab and maul.

When Kristen was finally in front of me, a question raised my head from the intent examination of that strip of flesh that led to more interesting body parts. I looked up guiltily to meet her bashful smile as she asked, “Uhmm… like… would you like to open my blouse?”

My brain scrambled to understand her words because I was too intent with the visual feast before me. When I finally understood, a wolfish smile came to my lips. Was she actually going to let me pull the cloth apart to reveal her delectable treats? There can only be one answer. “Oh yeah!”

But I was determined to be in command of myself during the second rendition of her private performance. I deliberately lifted my hands, and then pinched the ends of the green plaid blouse between my fingers before parting them slowly.

Despite my efforts, as the inner slopes were gradually revealed followed by velvety mounds topped with ripe tips, my mouth opened instinctively in readiness for sucking. The beauty of her breasts mesmerized me as I leisurely pulled the checkered blouse down her arms entirely, leaving her lovely upper body fully uncovered.

Her body was a study in proportion and perfection. Her magnificent chest tapered into a tiny waist that flowed into trim hips. And despite the fact that she got involved in tomboyish sports, there was still an appealing feminine roundness to every part of her, from her arms, to her belly, and even her slender calves. Aside from that, vibrancy and strength emanated from her form, adding to her allure. But her breasts were a study in itself. They were a classic round shape, a handful that would pleasantly fill my large hands.

My intent perusal was causing Kristen’s breath to quicken, making her chest rise and fall, producing a slight quivering in her mounds, a tantalizing movement that captured my attention completely. My physical reactions could not be denied. I tried to control the gasping breaths that were constricting my chest, the feral light gleaming from my eyes, and my sharp teeth baring themselves in anticipation of biting her.

I noted with pleasure how my stare caused a charming blush to spread from her stunning chest, upwards her slim neck, before enveloping her cheeks with a delightful pink flush. In that instant she looked so young that it stilled my ferocious desire for a moment.

However, my momentary resolution was swept aside when Kristen dared to tease me by doing an experimental shimmy of her shoulders, causing her breasts to bounce. The proverbial gloves were off. I pounced on her and tackled her down on top of the bed.

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