Whiff Y Instincts...

The first whiff of her scent, the sweet intoxication triggered a shiver vibrating from within. The stiffening at the back of my neck. It arched. Chin elevated in a reflex and lids shut in instant co-ordination. Another deliberate, slow and deep inhalation, I can feel something rising from the inside of me. Groggy. I blinked, it wouldn't shake. This thing, unfamiliar yet is so distinctively me.

I snapped!

Like a rabid beast loosening myself, I bent over, palms over shoulder, grips over wrist, the initial subduing. The blank of stare answered only to fuel my desire. I tasted her lips, divine as the blood, it only served to lose me more.

Shocked, stunned momentarily, she reciprocated with impulses. Those raging impulses, the impossibility of self-control must have been shared between us.

We pushed on. Moans from the angel, breaths of thy devil, symphony of lust, transcending all barriers of inhibitions. I want her. I want her so badly yet was all so right.

"Jim, you ok?"

I opened my eyes,"Yes I am." with a grin.

Primal instincts. Oh behave.