hnt

HNT


I'm stretched out on the bed when she calls. Her voice is like silk - fluid, flowing over me insistently and it awakens something inside of me. Knowing the effect it will have, I casually mention that I have kicked off my boots - black suede heels - and have already discarded most of my clothes. All that remains are my hold-ups - fishnet - and I hear her attempt to suppress a sigh of longing as she sees me in her mind's eye. I want to wrap my stockinged legs around her firm body, draw her to me, kiss her until she is breathless with desire and wet with anticipation. I need to entwine my limbs with hers, graze her soft skin with the harsh surface of the fishnet. I want to sit astride her, holding her to me as my ankles knot together behind her waist. I need to hear her breathing quicken, catching in her throat as she loses touch with the world around her, until reality ceases to be.

I whisper in her ear...

'baby, let's fly'




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