Illusion
The interior of the house is dimly illuminated with colored bulbs, and her man is sitting alone awaiting her arrival. She pauses by the door and presses the buzzer, he rushes towards the door like a rod of lightening, and his tight underwear reveals his impatient swollen manhood. A moan escapes her lips, and her eyes devour his flesh. “Welcome” he says, pulling her towards the bed. His hands moved deftly over her body, caressing and undressing her privacy. In no time they were writhing with the winds revealing their naked sins.
©2013 Christine Phillips
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