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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6 comments
Oh dramatic, which adds to the sexy. Masterfully done Molly.
Very evocative images. Lovely 🌷
Oh, that’s such a dramatic, and also comforting, image.
Wonderfully contrasted. And beautiful and sexy!
Love the effect!
Wow. Just wow. So much in so few words. Spectacular!
Delicious and haunting, and although a tempest is brewing in this one, I’m fanning myself because of all the damn heat.