Grasping her ankles, he pulls her toward him at the foot of the bed. He opens her wide, positioning each leg on the periphery and runs his hands insistently along their length.
Arms wound tightly round her hips and bottom, he plunges himself into her wetness in one deliciously selfish stroke.
I like the point of how you write with straight to the G spot sort of style. No beating around the bush so to speak. I once wrote a short piece where a friend of mine had a band and he was talking about his guitar. I told him a guitar was like a woman:
Its body with the curves in the right places for you to caress while you slowly move your hand up its spine separated by vertebrate to its neck, each presenting its own response eventually where with each stroke of her nerves you can reach a beautiful orgasmic sound of pleasure.
Like I said love your style. Short but sweet.
I'm licking my lips at the delicious images you've conjured, oh Enchantrix!
I hunger.
🙂
Mmmm, you know how much I like increasing your appetite, Muffin! Thank you… 😉
I like the point of how you write with straight to the G spot sort of style. No beating around the bush so to speak. I once wrote a short piece where a friend of mine had a band and he was talking about his guitar. I told him a guitar was like a woman:
Its body with the curves in the right places for you to caress while you slowly move your hand up its spine separated by vertebrate to its neck, each presenting its own response eventually where with each stroke of her nerves you can reach a beautiful orgasmic sound of pleasure.
Like I said love your style. Short but sweet.