A Naked World Would Be A Better World

Clothes are just bloody inconvenient. I mean not only will people always judge you depending on what you wear, they're expensive, and you have to new ones whenever you grow or wear them out. Not exactly cost efficient. People might feel a bit more confident if they got to look at everyone else's lumps and bumps every day. You wouldn't be able to flash people accidentally if you were already naked, and clearly nudity aids conversation. But the main reason that clothes are ridiculous is that they just get in the way when you're trying to have... fun. You know what I mean.

I honestly think if we all walked around starkers, we'd all be a lot more horny and a lot more accepting of each other. More to the point, people would be so busy fucking, they wouldn't have time to start wars. However, it just so happens that today, someones clothes got very much in my way. And if I'm honest, theirs too.

As the kisses got deeper and faster and lust took over, my hands ran over your shoulders. I was desperate for skin contact and my mouth found your neck. Lips are greedy, stealing half kisses from your smooth, delicate skin. Your breathing speeds up, turns to panting. The faster you pant the more force my lips have on your soft neck, your defined collar bone and the beautiful curve of your breast. Your breathing is almost moaning now, my hands are cupping your breasts and massaging them. Your breathy moans are in time to my kisses and the movement of my hands. My nose pushes your collar out the way, I want my mouth on your nipples, your top doesn't stretch and I'm restricted to your bra. You're groaning so fast you're hardly breathing. Small, shallow gasps escape your lips. My hand slips under your top and gently brushes against your nipple. Your pale skin is on fire, you can't keep up with your own breath, your back arching, exposing your neck. My tongue brushes playfully on your skin, you grind against my leg, I grind back. My other hand plays with your hair. Your fingers dig into my skin hard, nails dragging lines into my shirt. I kiss you until the room is spinning.

You carry on panting for at least a minute after. Imagine what we could have done without the restriction of clothes.