The wall felt ice cold compared to her body as
he pushed up her dress over her thighs.
His hand snaking between her legs, his fingers slipping inside.
Her whimpers were music to his ears.
Slowly he teased her, watching her eyes close,
hearing her breathing labor under his expert touch.
Beautiful. I always love reading your intoxicating words.
ReplyDeleteYou should go tell Ang about this one; it fits with the Microfantasy Monday theme quite nicely. :)
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-- PB
mmm, reminds me of something that happened a few days ago ;) very nice...
ReplyDelete...reminds me of something that I would love to have happen any night now... ;-)
ReplyDelete...reminds me of something that's going to happen tonight--if you're available. ;)
ReplyDeleteI love the way you write, Gray. You pull me in instantly, and you keep me there.
That's music to my ears!!
ReplyDeleteIce cold makes me think of goose bumps. They are wonderful to the senses.
ReplyDeleteGray--
ReplyDeleteI don't know what it is but damn you know how to suck me in and keep me wanting more. Some men can learn a lot from you...and some women. lol
another beautiful vignette, thank you.
ReplyDeleteShort and very sweet, thanks. And I think my touch is expert enough to keep you oh so close to the edge, without taking you over.... ;-)
ReplyDeleteMusic indeed, but it is the crescendo that broadens the smile...
ReplyDeleteHappy Tuesday.
HimSelf
So intoxicating baby.... xx
ReplyDeleteYou are playing one of my songs.
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