October 29, 2009 § 2 Comments
Her mind raced harshly against her temples as the erotic images hanging on the art gallery wall set in.
Contrasts of dark oranges and fire-breathing yellows echoed softly against her chest as the images came to life.
The bodies in-front of her moving, as they arched and moaned in a symphony of drowning deep colours.
She felt his lips on her neck, the familiar smell of his intoxicating aftershave, the feel of his suite against her back.
His hands running the length of her waist and curve as the images turned her on more and more.
This was his trap.
He knew her so well.
The erotic images now fiesting on her open body, as his hand peeled of her vintage dress.
She was lost against those images.
© Copyright of Charlotte Thorpe