Stories of us rage in my head like a storm.
A flash of creamy white thighs, low growls and guttural moans, echo in my thoughts like thunder.
The air is hot and sticky, in the half light I know our need. It crackles through my mind, an electric pulse of hunger and desire that tears at everything.
Unforgiving and demanding; It swirls like wind and rain, consuming every dark corner of time.
Dark thoughts loom like heavy clouds.
Others run for cover, taking shelter from the tempest. Not I; I step out into the world and let myself get drenched.
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Show Comments (6)
Posy Churchgate
Oh dramatic, which adds to the sexy. Masterfully done Molly.
Jupiter Grant
Very evocative images. Lovely 🌷
Jaime Mortimer
Oh, that’s such a dramatic, and also comforting, image.
Wonderfully contrasted. And beautiful and sexy!
Silver Eagle
Love the effect!
Victoria Blisse
Wow. Just wow. So much in so few words. Spectacular!
Kayla Lords
Delicious and haunting, and although a tempest is brewing in this one, I’m fanning myself because of all the damn heat.