Electric Melty Tingles by Snow K. Z

Author:Snow, K. Z. [Z., Snow, K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2011-03-08T00:17:36.520000+00:00

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Thanks to an honest cabdriver, we found a hotel not far from the train station. The city seemed kind of bleak and dingy, but the dampness and low overcast might’ve had a lot to do with my impression. After we checked into the Cadil ac Hotel, we decided to clean up and then give our temporary destination a look-see. I didn’t know squat about Seattle, except that the Pacific Ocean lay somewhere to the northwest of it beyond Puget Sound, and it stil had the Space Needle from the World’s Fair eight years ago, and the Doors had held a concert there in June. Frankly, I wasn’t much in the mood to play tourist. Twenty-four hours, less the time needed for eating and sleeping, didn’t al ow for much sightseeing. But I real y didn’t want to sit around and brood about our return trip.

Oliver and I discussed where to go as we had a bath together, but the discussion didn’t get much past the Laundromat stage; we did agree we needed to wash our smal stock of clothes. Beyond that, we were stil at odds—Space Needle versus waterfront—when Oliver pinned me against the back of the tub and began rocking his soapy body over mine, up and down and up and down, his chest and abdomen and erect cock slip-sliding against me, his hips bucking occasional y. It drove me absolutely wild.

I gripped his water-slick ass the best I could. We dragged our open mouths across each other’s face and throat and shoulders before pressing our lips together once more, and we gasped with every slippery, off-center kiss. Blindly, we kept grabbing for our dicks. Then Oliver ran a wet hand over my wet lips, made that strained little mewling sound that preceded his climax, and damned if we weren’t both coming. I think it took us by surprise.

“Wow,” Oliver said on a breath as he wilted onto my half-recumbent body. “I’m not even sure how that happened.”

We quivered against each other as we gulped in air.

“I’m not either,” I said. But however the hel we’d made each other come, it struck me as stil more evidence that Oliver and I belonged together.

The desk clerk directed us to the nearest Laundromat. After putting our clothes into one washer, we had lunch, then returned to put the clothes in a dryer, then strol ed around Pioneer Square. My attention was divided between Oliver, the architecture, and the other people on the streets. Two Black Panthers were handing out leaflets on one corner. I noticed quite a few men and women who could’ve been homosexuals, although I cautioned myself against stereotyping. Then Oliver leaned toward me and murmured, “Do you see a lot of masculine females and feminine males around here, or am I just imagining things?” So I figured my assumption was correct. If Seattle had a gay neighborhood, as most large cities did, this could be it.

I pul ed up short in the middle of a block and grabbed the back of Oliver’s shirt.

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