He waited for her, naked in bed, excited to be near her. She had an impact on him in so many ways. His manhood stirred at just the thought of her.
The door opened.
She walked in—so beautiful, so professional—in a black skirt that accentuated her wonderful curves. Her white blouse, paired with a scarf, gave her a look of polished sophistication that was undeniably sexy.
She walked over, took off her scarf, and crawled into bed to embrace him. They kissed. Sparks flew. The passion between them was undeniable. He grabbed her, pulled her into him, squeezed her tightly, and kissed her deeper. She let out a small squeal, pulled away with a smirk, and said, “Who am I kidding? I’m gonna get naked.”
She unbuttoned her blouse and set it on the chair, then unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. He had already unclasped her bra while they were kissing, so it came off easily. She was wearing a black thong—he thought she looked incredible in one. Her butt was magnificent: round and plump.
She crawled back into bed, got close to him, looked him in the eyes, and asked, “Whatcha doing?”
He replied, “Kissing on my boo.”
They kissed deeply, with purpose, the world melting away in their caress. The way he kissed her, she knew he loved her. He kissed with such feeling. She pressed against him, returning his passion. She loved him deeply—he could feel it in the way she kissed him with such conviction.
Their embrace seemed to last forever as they lost themselves in each other.
He rolled her over. She scooted down on the bed, knowing what was coming. He placed his hands under her legs and pulled her closer. She slid toward him willingly. He smiled at her; she smiled back.
He peeled off her thong. She let out a moan.
He pressed himself against her, slowly sliding inside. This moment was what they had both longed for. The connection between them was electric. Their breathing grew ragged as they felt the union.
It was unforgettable—indescribable. Pure bliss.
The world disappeared.
They were one.
The Erotic Quill
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