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    dots Submission Name: The Un-Happy Traildots

    Author: Raivn
    ASL Info:    33/f/al
    Elite Ratio:    4.28 - 1222/916/231
    Words: 827
    Class/Type: Misc/Longing
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       Ahhh...the torment of lust.

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    dotsThe Un-Happy Traildots

    The blissfully cool night has somehow evolved into morning. I'm not sure when the sun came into play again. Saying that I was distracted during this point would be an understatement. It's easier to pretend that he isn't beautiful by the light of the stars. Once the sun has fallen on him, however, I somehow have forgotten how to breathe.

    We shuffle around for a while, hiding behind bits of shadow, hoping to prolong the moment when we must finally succumb to the inevitable and go inside. I am a creature of the night...my pale skin cringes in thought of the sunlight. I finally find a spot on the concrete where I am not touched by those evil, cancer causing rays. I dip my fingers into the grass, letting the light breeze play over my skin, hoping that my companions stay quiet and leave me at peace.

    He lays in silence until the sun touches his face. Then, up comes the blanket, covering him from my sight. A sigh escapes my lips, and some of the tension goes out of me. If I don't have to see him, things are a little easier. That lump under the blanket could be anyone. But, the momentary peace doesn't last. It's just too hot for him. He begins to complain about the shirt he's wearing. It's not really a hot day, but he is lying within reach of the sun, his torso covered completely by a black, long-sleeved, button-up shirt. Then he turns on his side, his shirt lifts up, and there is a small triangle of skin...the white of his belly button framed by the darkness of the cloth. A dark line of hair trails down his stomach, into his pants, and my eyes follow it. Then I blush...have I been caught staring?

    He has buried his face in his hands, trying to keep the sun out of them. There are more complaints about the heat. He unbuttons the top two buttons. More skin comes into sight. I have to avert my eyes.

    "I'm about to just take this shirt off," he grumbles, expecting someone to tell him to go ahead. It won't be me. If he takes his shirt off, I will go mad. I turn my head and continue to run my fingers through the grass. When I turn back, my heart leaps into my throat.

    He is now lying on his back again, one arm flung across his eyes. His shirt is completely unbuttoned, the two sides thrown back, showing his chest to full advantage. The skin of his stomach is taut, and my eyes cannot help but feast on that forbidden flesh. My vision is drawn once more to that line of hair...the "happy trail," I've heard it called. It is not making me happy right now. He creates sensations in my stomach that I have not experienced in quite some time. He stirs, and my eyes travel back up to his face. A line of perspiration has begun to form on his upper lip, and it glistens in the sun. He open his eyes. The green is almost blinding. I can't meet his stare, I have to look away. I also have to wonder if he knows what he looks like...if he has done this deliberately...if he's trying to drive me crazy. He is truly beautiful.

    I take some time to compose myself. When I turn my face back towards him, he is looking at me. His lips turn up into a smile, and I can't help but return it.

    "I'm going to send you an image with my mind," he says, "So get ready." I refuse to play this game. They've already played, and it is foolish. Besides, no matter how hard he tried, there would only be one image in my mind. I have almost no self-control with someone that I find this attractive.

    "I'm not playing this game," I say. Then I sit up, turn my back to him, and occupy my hands with the task of finding clovers to weave into jewelry. Anything not to look at him. I do this for a while. When I turn back, I find that he has spread the blanket beneath him, and turned over onto his stomach, hiding his face in his arms.

    Thank God...I didn't think I could bear it one second longer. I physically ached for him. This is no matter of the heart...this is purely physical, and he is driving me insane with lust. There are no more words to say, and I make my escape before he can pull me in any further.

    "Where are you going?" he asks, raising his head.

    "I need a drink of water," I reply. Then I retreat to the confines of the house, where I can be safe from both the heat of the sun and my desire.

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      very very descriptive..impressive. i could feel the way you felt inside the moment.. brutal.
    | Posted on 2007-10-23 00:00:00 | by EEKS | [ Reply to This ]
      pretty, a good description of the events
    its lovely, i like the way you put the reader in your head
    good job

    | Posted on 2007-09-28 00:00:00 | by blu_kittin | [ Reply to This ]

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