July 29, 2009 § 2 Comments
In her head he was an obsession, a dark play-thing wrapped in glittered silk with a diamond bow.
Her hands racing through the pages of her open diary.
Her stockings lost, rolled to far down.
Skirt pulled up around her waist.
His tongue dancing across her thighs.
Her mouth wrapped around his cock.
Lovers now lost.
Fantasy behind drawn back curtains.
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