The Diary Of Jane - Sex Stories

The Diary Of Jane

... did I ever go to a concert. But as I stood there contemplating this dilemma, staring at her mouth as one corner slowly curls into a wicked grin, all thoughts of common sense went out the window as I found myself locking my door and following her down the road to her flat. One hour later and I found myself sat in a strangers room, holding a strangers cup, drinking a strangers vodka and lime whilst she busied herself in the bathroom doing her makeup. I mindlessly looked around the room, taking in all the colours and details of her queen sized poster bed, her posters of what I could only assume as being rock bands, her large collection of music CD's. As I turned back to my drink, I screamed and fell back onto her bed as she stood inches away from me, her face centimetres from mine. I caught glimpses of her blood red lipstick, her jet black mascara, before I found her sitting on top of me, staring down at me with those luscious green eyes of hers, her face slowly dawning closer on me, her breath hot on my skin. My mind clouded with obscene thoughts and then it was gone. I blinked the memories from my eyes, sitting up to find her standing by her door, leaning against it. "Are you coming? We're going to be late at this rate." With that she left. As she walked out the door I couldn't help but notice how well her bum looked in those jeans. But why? Why was I having these thoughts? The thoughts of her lips, her tongue wrestling with mine, her voice just a hoarse whisper in my ear. I don't know what this girl was doing to me; all I knew was that I wanted more. And with that I followed her, my dark angel into the night.