Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Hot


The heat radiates. From the sidewalks to the buildings to the streets to the poor saps schlubbing along on their way home from work. Radiates. Pounding in it's intensity, an ominous weight holding everything in place.

Moisture drips. Running down between her thighs. The heat coming from within, wanting, waiting, holding, reaching for the touch. The cool tender tongue on her thighs, spread open to catch the breeze. The soft whisper of breath as fingers part her flesh. The sweet caress of air against the moist folds.

Hot, wet, dripping, and waiting for the break in the heat.

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