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The 'sneaker' Part I of II. by "Anon"

I squirmed trying to hurriedly relieve his hold on me, but how could I - it was warm, secure and so loving...and the yearning of wanting more and more got the better of me.

'Don't worry about it, just stay a little longer' he breathlessly whispered in my ear. The warmth of his breath made the hair on my neck stood up and sent a tingle down my spine....oh yes, it was butterflies alright and I could not resist but time was against me.

'I can't. I have to be home by 2am' I weakly uttered without any confidence. I reached around his neck and tried to focus my eyes on my watch in the dark but even angling my wrist to catch a ray of the moonlight to distinguish the time was fruitless. Noticing my struggle he said:

'Just look at the time on the dashboard.' His voice vibrated on my neck...

'I can't your shoulder is blocking me.'

'Okay, we'll move a little' and with that he shifted his weight and I tried to maneuver myself to the right, adjusting my legs but not without hitting the car alarm button and setting it off first!

'Oh shit!' the time was not anywhere near 2am it was close to 3:45am!

'Holy shit...we have to go..get up - mooooveee - get your things....OUCHHHHHHHHHHHHH' whilst he was moving back my belly ring got caught on his shirt and pullledddddddddddddddd!

'I told you to take off that thing!'

'I paid $50 to pierce it and $120 for the gold ring. It stays!' I frantically said whilst looking for my things. He hunkered down and planted a wet kiss on my lips that always made me swoon and forget what my name was. Oh why couldn't I stay just a little longer, a little long.....and let me feel wasted in his arms....(lol)

'Let's go - I got to go or else they will put me out on the street' I said, manhandling and pushing him off me...man he smelled sooo good, god-forsaking cologne was so intoxicating that it could make a girl drop her pan....in split seconds

'Where are my boots and my coat...where are my gloves?' naturally, everything was scattered all about the car. Middle of winter and I definitely needed my gloves.

The drive home was nerve-racking. I couldn't stop thinking 'what if' I walk in the front door and see my mother waiting for me with some sort of contraption to lick me upside down. Oh God (I silently prayed) please make them fast asleep I don't want to die tonight. About 30mins later, we turned onto my street.

'Can't you shut off the exhaust on this car it makes so much noise'

'You afraid it would wake your parents?'

'I'm afraid it will wake dead man, let alone my parents. Turn off the car lights and edge slowly to the driveway' I told him gathering my purse. He parked, leaned over and kissed me again, but I couldn't pay attention, rather my mind was working overtime on how to soundlessly get into my bed. I inched out of the car and started to walk up the long driveway, snow crunching under my stilettos. Damn! That was making too much noise in the calm, quiet air or at least I thought so. I stood frozen in my tracks trying to piece together what to do next. Ah @#$%* it - I started to unzip and take off my boots and proceeded to walk up the walkway in my stocking feet.

The ground was cold and slightly slippery in some patches. I nearly took a wipe out but I grabbed on to our mulberry tree branches and hung on for dear life. By the time I made it to the front door, I couldn't feel my toes - it was so damn cold. I put the key in the door and turned quietly and pushed the door open slightly so that the door chime didn't make any noise. Only problem is, I cannot push the door any further than a foot and half wide or else I would set the chime off! I had to squeeze through the opening somehow. With boots and purse in hand, I pushed myself through and stopped halfway through since my protruding assets have now become my liability. Shifting my purse to my right hand to join my boots, I used my left hand to push down on my Victoria Secret, one by one, until I was through the door.

I felt a strange warm, wet moisture starting to accumulate down below. Oh Jesus! My feet were defrosting on the carpet. My feet were wet! I had to take off these stupid stockings! How could I - I was wearing pants! @#$%* @#$%* @#$%*! Okay no problem I will just rip them at the ankles and remove them. I tore at the material with my keys as fast as I could.

To be continued.............

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