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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“Maybe third time lucky?”

I turned to look towards Kristen. She was dressed in her usual jeans and shirt. I raised an inquiring eyebrow. She giggled, “Clothes remain on. No stripping.”

I couldn’t help the twitch of my lips. Her former attempts to do a stripper routine had been cut short because my rampaging desires had ran rampant and I had pounced on her before she was even halfway through.

Kristen slowly shook her shoulders with the music’s pounding beat, agitating her unbound globes beneath her shirt, and earning her an agonized moan from my throat. She didn’t need to remove any piece of clothing to cause undue suffering on my part.

Then Kristen shimmied her way until she was only a couple of feet in front of me. I was totally taken by surprise when she suddenly dropped forward. I tried to catch her, only to find out there was no need since her palms landed right on top of my upper thighs.

During her abrupt fall, she had also managed to stretch her whole body behind her, as well as her arms, a position that put her face level to mine.

She tantalized me with her glittering eyes, and kept her gaze locked on my blazing orbs as she deliberately bent her elbows and lowered her whole body in a classic full-length body push-up, with my legs acting to brace her weight. But it was unlike any push-up I had ever seen.

She sank in a long drawn out version of the push-up, emphasizing the downward motion instead of the upward movement, her warm breath teasing my skin right through my clothes. She went south until her breasts were pressing against my jean clad thighs and her face was parallel with my privates, letting hot exhalations of air tease me with its myriad possibilities.

Then she released me from my agony and went upward again. However, Kristen was not done. With a teasing smile, she let me know that she was going to repeat the same torment. My stupefied brain attempted to function.

As she slowly descended, my brain kicked into action and I hurriedly tore my plaid shirt apart to allow her direct contact with my skin. She obliged my unspoken demand, letting her face nuzzle and burrow against me, tongue and lips adding immeasurably to my pleasure. I moaned appreciatively at her efforts. However, before she could envelop my raging hardness with her teasing mouth, I grabbed her under the arms and crushed her lips with my own.

I released her long enough to mutter in her ear, “Babe, you are driving me insane here. You’re hell and heaven all rolled into one.”

Kristen smiled and gave me one last smack as her way of saying thank you, before spinning around to sit on my lap, grinding her delectable behind against my burgeoning length, causing me to instinctively thrust back. In an instant, we were moving in the ancient rhythm, lust and love intertwined.

With Kristen’s back to my chest, my desire befuddled mind recognized belatedly the advantages of her position. I seized her mounds, memorizing their shape and texture, giving in to my craving to maul and squeeze them to the point of pain.

Kristen threw her head back over my shoulder and whimpered, which encouraged me to play with the tips even more by pulling and releasing them abruptly, making her fleshy spheres shake to and fro.

My huge hands clutched her hips and I slammed her buttocks against my groin to still my madly twitching member, which was demanding for immediate release. I took deep ragged breaths to gain some control.

When Kristen slithered off my lap, a part of me stridently protested, but, my rational side deemed it best. However, her next move stilled all logical thought.

Still facing away from me, she gyrated her hips like an exotic dancer, and continued the illusion by sliding her hands from the top of her legs all the way down to her ankles, looking at me between her legs, a classic stripper pose position.

I succumbed. I lunged forward to grab her by the waist and then threw her on top of the bed. With or without clothes, Kristen was just too tempting.

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