Posts Tagged ‘kissing’
by hannah
March 24th, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (CHAPTER 7: FRIDAY NIGHT CUTS)
It’s Friday night, and all over Los Angeles people are getting ready to go out: some, on a hot date; some, to a hot club; others, to Blockbluster. I’m at Chopper’s hair salon about to get my hair cut, hoping it will help inspire a hot date—one of these Friday nights.
Ben is washing my hair. It’s the first time I’ve seen him since he left the bouquet on my doorstep. “I loved the flowers.”
Ben smiles and keeps massaging my head.
“We should hang out again sometime.”
Ben continues smiling and nods. And then he straddles my reclined body, his hands continuing to rub tingling conditioner into my hair.
My hands grasp the arms of the chair in anticipation—of something. He looks at me, still smiling and rubbing. And then he leans his head close to mine and brushes his lips against mine. I part my lips and feel his tongue. His tongue swirls around my tongue, and my tongue swirls around his tongue. I don’t understand how someone can be so great at foreplay but so bad in bed.
by hannah
March 18th, 2010
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From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (CHAPTER 6: VALENTINE’S DAY MARTYRDOM)
Mr. Smyth and I walk inside. I toss the bouquet onto my coffee table. We look at each other in silence for a few moments.
And then, in typical drinking-all-night-and-picking-up-the guy-you’ve-been-drinking-with-all-night fashion, I grab hold of him, and we start making out hard and fast. Clumsily our hands fondle each other; clothes get unbuckled, unhooked, unbuttoned, and unzipped. We stumble toward the bedroom, then the bed, our lips furious and our hands adamant.
And then I pass out.
I wake up feeling my hangover. I turn my head and attempt to focus on my neglected alarm clock. Shit! I’m late.
I turn my head the other way. Shit! Mr. Smyth!
Mr. Smyth and I walk inside. I toss the bouquet onto my coffee table. We look at each other in silence for a few moments.
And then, in typical drinking-all-night-and-picking-up-the guy-you’ve-been-drinking-with-all-night fashion, I grab hold of him, and we start making out hard and fast. Clumsily our hands fondle each other; clothes get unbuckled, unhooked, unbuttoned, and unzipped. We stumble toward the bedroom, then the bed, our lips furious and our hands adamant…
by hannah
February 1st, 2010
From Sex, Life, & Hannah::Volume 1, Winter Season (CHAPTER 3: THE AGONY OF ECSTASY)
Ben and I are lounging on opposite sides of the couch. The Christmas lights have been turned off and the music has ended. It is dark and quiet. My eyes are closed and all I can feel are Ben’s hands plying my feet and calves. He still has not said a lot tonight, but maybe he doesn’t have to. Maybe some people say enough with what they do and the energy they emanate.
I feel fantastically good. I feel better than I have since The Ex broke up with me, and maybe even longer. For the first time in a long time I admit to myself how stressful and full of anxiety our relationship really was. Maybe Jack is right. Maybe I do need someone better for me.
