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0 ReviewsOne-shot. Ryan Ross. A private peep show. A night to remember. "I got it all on tape. I can have you whenever I want."
There's a change in pace
Of fantasy and taste
Another sleepless night. Another smoked pack, crumpled next to my feet. Piles of clothes everywhere in the room. Piles of music sheets all over. Infinity of mess and unfinished thoughts.
Nothing mattered at the point.
I rolled in my bed, trying to make myself comfortable. The damn bed already had my imprint on one side; it was hard to lie in different position. I couldn't dare to sleep on that side. I couldn't dare to even look at that side of the bed.
It was hard looking at the empty side of the bed and seeing her perfect blonde hair and her dark eyes looking back at me, knowing that it was all just my imagination.
With a heavy sigh and a heavy heart, I stood up.
It's after midnight
Are you feelin' alright
Turn on the light, babe
Are you someone else tonight?
It was minutes after midnight and I found myself walking my route to the living room window. Again. 'Cause I knew for sure that she will be there. The perfect stranger, perfect in every way.
I watched her every night. I felt wrong for doing that, but there was something about her, that I just couldn't look away.
Every night she would come home and take her clothes off in front of the big window in her room. Slow motions, pieces of clothing falling down her body revealing her perfect skin, moving to the sounds of the music I couldn't hear, but knew that it was there.
I sighed again when I saw her walking into the bathroom. What sparked my attention was the fact that she left her bathroom door open. Leaving the open door for my imagination.
I imagined the water. And the steam. And her perfect porcelain skin. Water droplets rolling down her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs.
I bit my lip imagining what it would be like to be in between those thighs. Imagining what it would be like to have her, just once, just to satisfy my curiosity of what it would be like.
Hangin' out for a body shop at night
Ain't it strange what we do to feel alright?
So when will you call?
I'm experienced
She stepped out of the cloud of steam, towel wrapped around her body loosely, teasing. I looked down at myself. I was growing bigger by just looking at her. I wondered what would happen if I actually knew her.
She bent down, opening the drawer and taking her underwear. Her towel fell down. She was naked in front of her bedroom window. And I liked to think she got naked for me.
Her graceful movements, as she slipped her panties on, black lace that went so perfectly with her white porcelain skin. Somehow, I preferred her without it. She proceeded to get dressed, putting on quite a show, as if she knew I was watching. As if, she was doing it just for me.
I couldn't help it. My hand instantly went down my pants. And she turned around. And she saw me. I stopped my movement. My eyes got big. I was sure that she was going to call the police on me.
But she didn't. She smiled. And she turned around to leave the room. Grabbing the doorknob, she turned her head towards me and smiled again. Only this time she made a movement with her fingers inviting me to come to her.
Neighbor to neighbor, door to door
Don't ask questions, there's time for it all
I couldn't believe it. It took me a moment to realize what happened, before grabbing my shoes and running out of my apartment. I counted seconds it took me to get to her apartment.
Twelve. Twelve agonizing seconds. I raped my knuckles on the door, anxiously waiting for a response.
What if it was all just a trap? What if she thought I was some sort of pervert and she lured me to her, just so that she could call the police and locked me forever?
I turned my back, ready to leave, when the door opened. And there she was. Black laced underwear on her perfect porcelain skin. She was even more beautiful in person.
She smiled again, showing the set of perfect white pearls. We stood for a second looking at each other, when she moved a little, allowing me to enter her apartment.
There were candles lit up and two glasses of vine on the small table next to her couch. My heart was beating in enormous rate, matching the throbbing in my pants. She took my hand and pushed me down on the leather couch.
I smirked looking at her. She sat in my lap, straddling my hips.
"What way do you like it?" she whispered. I looked at her confusing.
"Did you really think I haven't seen you, every night?" I tried to stand up, but somehow she had a firm grip on me. "Don't worry. I like being watched," she said and stood up.
Her hands began untying her laced bra. Her movements were so poised; her fingers traced the outline of her breasts, before reaching down, before losing themselves in the delicate fabric. And I was fascinated. Everything about her mesmerized me in a way.
I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped from the couch and pined her against the wall. Her lips tasted like absinthe and sugar. I found myself carving for more with every single kiss.
Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
I knew the route to her bedroom all too well. As if I've been there numerous times before. I couldn't control my feet. I couldn't control my hands. I couldn't control the moans that escaped my throat. And once again I found myself pushed down on the soft silk sheets. Alone.
"How 'bout we spice it up a little?" She smirked and went to the walk in closet, bringing out the camera.
"I know you like to watch. This way you can do it whenever you want it." She set the camera on the table next to the bed.
"Wait what are you doing?" Let's be honest. I wanted to have her so bad, but sex tape? Somehow I thought that wasn't going to make my career better.
"What's the matter? Don't you find it stimulating when you know that somebody might see it? The thrill, the adrenalin pumping through your veins." The words rolled off her tongue like a sweetest drug that I was somehow addicted to.
She smiled and turned the camera on.
I sat there, just sitting and waiting for her. She led the game. She knew the game better than I did.
We returned into the position we were back at the couch. Less clothed this time. Naked. Her thighs squeezing around me, her walls closing around me, her sweaty skin on mine. She screamed loudly, arching her back, coming for the second time that night. I grabbed her hips, making her movements faster, making myself come.
And I did. And she bit and dug her fingernails and screamed. Repeatedly.
She was sitting on me, she was hovering above me. She closed her eyes, slowing down her pace. She came, again.
And she got it all on tape.
It's an old old story,
Cries the new world too.
Of fantasy and taste
Another sleepless night. Another smoked pack, crumpled next to my feet. Piles of clothes everywhere in the room. Piles of music sheets all over. Infinity of mess and unfinished thoughts.
Nothing mattered at the point.
I rolled in my bed, trying to make myself comfortable. The damn bed already had my imprint on one side; it was hard to lie in different position. I couldn't dare to sleep on that side. I couldn't dare to even look at that side of the bed.
It was hard looking at the empty side of the bed and seeing her perfect blonde hair and her dark eyes looking back at me, knowing that it was all just my imagination.
With a heavy sigh and a heavy heart, I stood up.
It's after midnight
Are you feelin' alright
Turn on the light, babe
Are you someone else tonight?
It was minutes after midnight and I found myself walking my route to the living room window. Again. 'Cause I knew for sure that she will be there. The perfect stranger, perfect in every way.
I watched her every night. I felt wrong for doing that, but there was something about her, that I just couldn't look away.
Every night she would come home and take her clothes off in front of the big window in her room. Slow motions, pieces of clothing falling down her body revealing her perfect skin, moving to the sounds of the music I couldn't hear, but knew that it was there.
I sighed again when I saw her walking into the bathroom. What sparked my attention was the fact that she left her bathroom door open. Leaving the open door for my imagination.
I imagined the water. And the steam. And her perfect porcelain skin. Water droplets rolling down her neck, her breasts, her stomach, her thighs.
I bit my lip imagining what it would be like to be in between those thighs. Imagining what it would be like to have her, just once, just to satisfy my curiosity of what it would be like.
Hangin' out for a body shop at night
Ain't it strange what we do to feel alright?
So when will you call?
I'm experienced
She stepped out of the cloud of steam, towel wrapped around her body loosely, teasing. I looked down at myself. I was growing bigger by just looking at her. I wondered what would happen if I actually knew her.
She bent down, opening the drawer and taking her underwear. Her towel fell down. She was naked in front of her bedroom window. And I liked to think she got naked for me.
Her graceful movements, as she slipped her panties on, black lace that went so perfectly with her white porcelain skin. Somehow, I preferred her without it. She proceeded to get dressed, putting on quite a show, as if she knew I was watching. As if, she was doing it just for me.
I couldn't help it. My hand instantly went down my pants. And she turned around. And she saw me. I stopped my movement. My eyes got big. I was sure that she was going to call the police on me.
But she didn't. She smiled. And she turned around to leave the room. Grabbing the doorknob, she turned her head towards me and smiled again. Only this time she made a movement with her fingers inviting me to come to her.
Neighbor to neighbor, door to door
Don't ask questions, there's time for it all
I couldn't believe it. It took me a moment to realize what happened, before grabbing my shoes and running out of my apartment. I counted seconds it took me to get to her apartment.
Twelve. Twelve agonizing seconds. I raped my knuckles on the door, anxiously waiting for a response.
What if it was all just a trap? What if she thought I was some sort of pervert and she lured me to her, just so that she could call the police and locked me forever?
I turned my back, ready to leave, when the door opened. And there she was. Black laced underwear on her perfect porcelain skin. She was even more beautiful in person.
She smiled again, showing the set of perfect white pearls. We stood for a second looking at each other, when she moved a little, allowing me to enter her apartment.
There were candles lit up and two glasses of vine on the small table next to her couch. My heart was beating in enormous rate, matching the throbbing in my pants. She took my hand and pushed me down on the leather couch.
I smirked looking at her. She sat in my lap, straddling my hips.
"What way do you like it?" she whispered. I looked at her confusing.
"Did you really think I haven't seen you, every night?" I tried to stand up, but somehow she had a firm grip on me. "Don't worry. I like being watched," she said and stood up.
Her hands began untying her laced bra. Her movements were so poised; her fingers traced the outline of her breasts, before reaching down, before losing themselves in the delicate fabric. And I was fascinated. Everything about her mesmerized me in a way.
I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped from the couch and pined her against the wall. Her lips tasted like absinthe and sugar. I found myself carving for more with every single kiss.
Face to face
And back to back
You see and feel
My sex attack
I knew the route to her bedroom all too well. As if I've been there numerous times before. I couldn't control my feet. I couldn't control my hands. I couldn't control the moans that escaped my throat. And once again I found myself pushed down on the soft silk sheets. Alone.
"How 'bout we spice it up a little?" She smirked and went to the walk in closet, bringing out the camera.
"I know you like to watch. This way you can do it whenever you want it." She set the camera on the table next to the bed.
"Wait what are you doing?" Let's be honest. I wanted to have her so bad, but sex tape? Somehow I thought that wasn't going to make my career better.
"What's the matter? Don't you find it stimulating when you know that somebody might see it? The thrill, the adrenalin pumping through your veins." The words rolled off her tongue like a sweetest drug that I was somehow addicted to.
She smiled and turned the camera on.
I sat there, just sitting and waiting for her. She led the game. She knew the game better than I did.
We returned into the position we were back at the couch. Less clothed this time. Naked. Her thighs squeezing around me, her walls closing around me, her sweaty skin on mine. She screamed loudly, arching her back, coming for the second time that night. I grabbed her hips, making her movements faster, making myself come.
And I did. And she bit and dug her fingernails and screamed. Repeatedly.
She was sitting on me, she was hovering above me. She closed her eyes, slowing down her pace. She came, again.
And she got it all on tape.
It's an old old story,
Cries the new world too.
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