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Lip Service

His fantasy revealed: blindfold, bound, vulnerable.

She sits astride him, fingers confidently dancing vibrato across his chest. Quicksilver kisses fall gently as scarlet snowflakes, decorating his pale torso in a random tattoo.

His body arches; beseeching. She bends, and from harlot lips a whispered word; one hot, smoky promise has him trembling like aspen.

“Ready?”

 

Mark Brown.

  • http://www.facebook.com/TheAustinBriggs.Private Austin Briggs

    Love this one, Mark – so much told in so few words :)