Neon

You were a blur of fair skin awash in neon light rushing towards me, pinning me against the wall. I could barely make out the electronic music playing from inside the club. It was just a faint transmission of synths and bass, the pulsing soundtrack like music from within a distant feverish dream. In the narrow alleyway, your lips cover mine in a way that almost betrays the softness of your skin and body. There’s nothing soft in this kiss. It is of a pure possessive fury that needs no words when our language is only expressed in hungry mouths, in tongues tangling and rarely taking a moment to catch collective breaths. It only makes sense. After all, we had been dancing and drinking for what seemed like hours. Our bodies had been swaying, grinding and tangling in tune with every song. It was our flesh that became instruments, caressing, colliding, and plucking until just the right frenzy chords had been stricken. All that build up, all that heat and frenetic energy only making us crave more.And the autumn night air was crisp, every breath like a cold sweet wind pulled into our bonus veren siteler lungs. The dark sky overhead just a void of smoky gray churning together, a storm hovering but still refusing to break. The sight was nearly hypnotic, those clouds like limbless mysterious bodies silently colliding for control but not yet realizing that they’re like us, always meant to merge.The kisses suddenly stop, but only for a moment. Your mouth tastes sharp and sweet, an aftereffect of the drinks you had. I can only taste crimson lipstick and strawberries now.Your eyes, a vibrant gray green, are even more luminescent with neon splashed over them, a gorgeous artificial rainbow covering you. I want to say something. But, as where words flowed without effort earlier, I’m silent. Your eyes say more than our combined vocabulary ever could. They’re magnetic. Fire. Electricity. Dangerous elements all contained. Pure need encased within bone and flesh as you turn around.Up against the wall, your body teases me with quiet, restrained fury, skin and fabric grinding against my bedava bahis confined ache. I briefly wonder how the human body, something so seemingly fragile at times, can be pressed between me and a brick wall and still seem to be the most dangerous living creature writhing. My hands seem to move on their own accord, fingers lacing tightly around your neck, bodies turning in a mad clumsy rush until you’re the one pinned against the wall now.My hand can feel the pulse relentlessly hammering in your throat, knowing that I won’t truly hurt you but also aware that my every move is gauging and using the kind of force you crave. It’s not quite a force, though. This would imply that I’m the only one in control, but you actually have all the power. I’m a vessel, though, that you exchange it with, conduits forever exchanging an unrelenting energy. My other hand seeks out and quickly finds the wetness under your skirt, searing nectar dripping before my fingers even part you and somehow discover a rush of even more heat. “Tell me,” I groan in a hungry rasp against your deneme bonus earlobe, a finger already probing inside, a thumb ravenously circling your clit and applying more pressure by the moment.”Inside me… I need you inside me now.” The words are a mystery, but only because of the way they sound. From your lips, the breathy whisper is both a command and a plea. A battle cry and desperate wish all at once. I still plunge deeper and rub faster, seeing how much you can take, your moans barely drowned out by the music inside and the sound of exploring you from within.Each slide back and forth seems to have awoken an endless flow of juices, like I’ve tapped a deep and fragrant tight well that’s been aching to be discovered and breached.When your head cranes back to see me, our eyes are locked, matching orbs glazed over with ravenous need. The lights still pulse and wash over your face, a rapturous artificial rainbow glowing. If we were inside, whether seeking a hidden corner or stall, we’d be among so many others, an ocean of voices and lights and bass. We’d be writhing shadows among bright strobes, completely anonymous.But, out here, you are singular, coated in a glow so otherworldly, the music thudding like the distant heart of a massive unseen animal glassing us from the shadows, pulses beating in time with the fever pitch of our own.