The look in his eyes just before our first kiss, way back when we were ten…
OH-ahhhh, chocolate-brownie eyes bore holes in and down to my soul, deep into a secret place nobody knows except him…
In slow motion, I CHASE:
His lips leaning to lock onto mine as our tongue tips touch in tender, tentative taps, learning the succulent space, til all of a sudden, like the spark of a flame igniting a wick to burn, he pushes his tongue with pressured caresses deeper and deeper into my mouth, as  tingles of explosions wet my panties, and I moan, lacing my fingers in his hair as I hold on to his head…he lowers me back onto my little bed, his hand brushing back a lock of my long hair, stroking my ear and pecking my lips wet with slight tongue dives while his other hand then slips down and just begins to cup my breast, but out of nowhere my mom walks in, ruining the moment!
We pop up, like nothing was happening, me wiping my mouth and slamming my knees together.
“OK, kids,” Mom said, obviously pissed, “Downstairs.”
(To You: Remember this 😉
Hopelessly Inappropriate Thoughts 