How My Experiments With Writing Are Paying Off
I’m just wearing my short skirt, your favorite, by the way, nothing else.
But you can’t see anything because the top sheet is covering my body. As you join me on the bed, I tenderly stroke the side of your face reveling in the desire and love reflected in your eyes.
I lick the bottom of your lip savoring its taste and gently go in for a nibble — it tastes delicious and I get bolder. I hold your face in both my hands and kiss you at first softy and then with increased urgency — the need becoming unbearable.
Somewhere along the way the top sheet falls away and I feel the soft brush of your chest hairs against my warm smooth skin…
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