The Simple Things
By: Measha Stone

He took great pleasure in watching her undress for him on their bed. In particular, he loved to witness her panties make their way over her ankles and slip off her feet. She merely slithered out of her clothing, her feet never touching the ground. Once her lacey underwear had been carelessly tossed from the bed, she rolled onto her stomach and beckoned him with her grin: an invitation of sorts.

He stood beside the bed admiring the smooth texture of her glowing white skin. A devilish smile flashed as his fingers reached the buckle of his belt. She shivered.