|Jacqui - 030713 - SideB|
I think there's still such a pull to simple thrills ... sometimes it's a greater rush to surreptitiously brush legs under the table at a dinner with someone forbidden than to go fuck in the bathroom. ~ Miz B
I agree with Miz B. There is also something very arousing when you don't touch or interact in those ways and you know (or circumstances dictate) that it cannot go further. Those little perfect moments that developed no further than quick simple touches, longing, but short glances, and other brief connective interactions live for eternity, but only last a breath. They remain burned into my memory as sweet treats that lasted only for a taste, but always brought back to mind with a distant smile.
Gazes that empty crowded rooms of all but the potential of that passion. The brush of a hand that sends a shock directly to the core of you, flushing your cheeks even as you drift apart in the crowds. No names. No talk. No idea why. But for that moment, you were lovers ... your body recognized theirs and longed for them ... almost as if you have been there before, in a different time. The perfect magic will stay forever unfulfilled ... forever unspoiled ... forever missed ... forever held perfect in your daydreams.
|Longing - 030713 - Miz B|
What are your favorite experiences like these??