June 19, 2010

Drabble #19

Prompt: Twilight

The afternoon sun is still high when I show up In your bedroom, the blinds are drawn, but the sky is so bright that light still pours in through each slat. Once we're settled, we begin that favorite afternoon ritual. I suck you, you lick me, I tie you up, you get free and take me from behind, all manner of sweat and dirty talk pouring out of us. It's not until we collapse, dehydrated and spent, it's not until I'm so overstimulated that I can't bear touch, do we open our eyes and realize the sun is almost gone.

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