Upon a large narrow balcony, I find myself seated in what may appear to be a popular spot… reclined, sipping red wine, company seems chatty.
I listen with eyes and speak with my mind. Distractions settling rather than un…
I feel a gentle stroke up against my right thigh; a pair of wandering fingers run through my hair on the west, whilst my neck is gently moistened with a soft pair of sinfully engaging lips on my east. A pair of red pedicured toes start to crawl up in between my thighs.
Dizzy from their perfume and sinfully charming ways, I lose focus of the bigger picture… HER… Another roadblock…
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Armand Slayer
Hello there, I'm Armand, and I've been on a writing journey since I was 15 years old. Writing has been a constant companion in my life, guiding me through moments of introspection and emotional exploration.
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Noooo that's just wrong. Love how the story unraveled though. Excellent writing.