Monday, April 22, 2013

The man who was built like a horse

Here's a story to brighten your day, at least I hope.

Molly led Mike down the darkened hall to her bedroom. The glowing candles cast a golden light on the wall and cradled them in its romantic ambiance. Molly turned to Mike, his eyes were the perfect color of lust, and she moved her hand along the contour of his cheek. Their love was forbidden but she refused to abide by unspoken rules. Denying him could only be her death.

     Mike lifted her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the back of her knuckles, then gently lowered it. "There's nothing to fear." His words drew her closer as he snaked one arm around her waist.

     She breathed in his musk scent as she pressed her body against his. Rumors had proceeded his arrival and the tale left her curious. Moving her hands to his shirt, she lifted it upward, removing it from his flat stomach, brawny chest and over his shoulders. She smoothed her hands along the masculine lines of his torso, stopping momentarily at the bull tattoo on his side then continued her exploration until her fingers skimmed the waist of his jeans. With no inhibition, Molly undid the button and dipped her hand lower. His hard sex stood erect and the tip moistened with anticipation. Her inner thighs quivered with her own need. 

     "Let me love you, sweet Molly." His warm breath swept across her cheek.

     "You are full of lies, but I can no longer resist the desire that torments me," she whispered.

     Molly closed her eyes. He tugged her thin gown higher on her thighs and she whimpered at the touch of his large, calloused hands against her skin. He pushed her panties over her hips and slipped his finger inside her core. She arched her back, her nipples tingled and her body ached. She cried out in anguish as she opened her eyes and stared into his gaze that welcomed her with its hypnotic charm.

     She was lost...

To be continued...


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