Short story written by BUZZWERD
By now you should all know my artist, buzzwerd, aka Kevin. Well, he's a fantastic writer and showed me a little something he wrote earlier this morning. So, after some over-recognition towards his story, I asked if I could post it on the forums. Sure, why not. So, here you go:
The fluorescent crimson light shone over the room, cascading itself over all the other colors. The great majesty of its light embroidered the walls, softly sliding its finger across every angle of the apartment. Silk, her legs slid past mine. Her hands danced across her marmalade dress, breaching the straps and knots holding back her beauty. Buckles and bows all slid past us in a harlequin parade of flowing ribbons and leather. Naked, our thoughts flowed freely, mingling and twirling in the ambiance as smoke does when blown past the lips of a woman. My fingers sifted over her smooth chest, pressing out the doubts and sorrows of her previous life. Fluidly, I slid into her. Her eyes filled, and nipples hardened. My mind was thrown into a cacophony of imaginary sounds as I slipped and slid into her body. Hair flowed through the water-like air, drowning us is a pool of passion. Her breasts, infinite globes of entrancing power jumped in a childlike fulfillment, capturing my eyes, bobbing my head trying to the follow. A second missed was a life not lived. Her lips slewed into mine, our tounges met in a furious rage. We tugged at each other in a fiery passion, saliva clinging to the end of our lips. Forcefully I thrust, my energy building up behind my torso, ready to explode. Her legs swung forward and backward, rocking the world to a frightful awakening. An awe inspiring harangue burst from behind her lust, and she threw her heart into mine, and we became one. A flood of liquid cascaded inside of her, dripping down into the untouched parts of her body. She swiveled over, her tears flowing down her blossom face. Her tounge dripped out, saliva clinging for its life as it was combed over my manhood. The warmth embraced me, delivering me into an infinite bliss. The once restrained juices had now become wrathful. They spurt and spit out, hugging her body. We then lay, holding each other, smiling, retaining the many yesterdays and tomorrows that would come soon.
