Ropes bind me, mist from the waterfall splash me as I stand against the rocks. He is quiet, admiring, and inspecting. He reaches out, pinches a nipple and moves lower. He is now pressing against me, I can smell him. He rubs his cheek against my breast, he hasn’t shaved. He imprisons my nipple with his mouth. I moan as his assault on my clit continues. He rubs harder. I groan louder. His hair rubbing my chin as he licks my nipples. I can take no more. “Go!” I hear and I scream my release.
Flash Friday #2
by Measha Stone | Sep 4, 2009 | Flash Fiction Friday | 5 comments
Very hot! I like it.
I love it when he hasn't shaved! Nice contribution. 🙂
Measha, you go girl, great F/F.
Excellent Measha, I enjoyed reading it.
I totally agree, ropes, mist, driven to the edge… very hot, visceral!