1. Red dress

Your red dress, a scrap of silk stretched across your hips.

“Ready?” you whisper, fingers lingering on the back of my neck.

“Listen,” I reply as a clarinet, sad and poignant, raises the tension between us.

The scent of you fills the room. A furtive caress, your foot brushes mine and your lips crease into a secret Sphinx smile.

“Promise me,” you breathe.

Later, the soft rustle of black silk stockings against long, smooth thighs. Rain washes the room with a silvery light.

Now you are my world. As our lips meet, the red dress lies forgotten on the floor.


2. Steam

The windows fogged as she pressed herself into his arms. Water droplets fell like indoor rain, splashing across the glass panes. He clasped her warm hand in his and together they descended the stairs.

She had suggested they meet here, satisfying their hunger amidst the hissing heat of the boiler room. Strange, he thought, for us to meet here like this: in semi-darkness, in the wetness and the heat of this secret sanctuary of gushing steam.

Then she caressed him, her fingers searing his soul. Her smoldering eyes enveloped him, igniting him with rapture...until he became one with her steam.


3. Perfect love

Claire was truly a study in perfection--or so Higgins thought. She stood so noble, unblemished, a timeless beauty.

"My darling, I’ve waited for this moment, to be alone with you..." he gushed.

She stared back, her lips parted with the promise of a kiss.

Higgin’s heart leaped and his hands trembled. She was his and would deny him nothing now!

Sliding off her skirt, he helped her out of her blouse. The rest followed and there she stood, unashamed, naked in all her beauty.

“Higgins! Have you finished dressing that mannequin yet?” yelled the night manager of Daniella‘s Clothing Boutique.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 25.08.2010

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