Thursday, September 22


The water is over me, under me, a lover’s touch on every inch of my flesh. And he is like water, fluid and graceful, gliding across my skin. I am wet, outside and in.

His mouth closes over my nipple, and my moan sends bubbles, like tiny messages, to the surface. I watch them break against the rippling barrier above us. He sucks, teeth grazing, and I shudder. I wrap my legs around his waist, struggling to press myself against him, against anything, to relieve the building pressure.

Hands and mouth against both breasts. I arch back, body bowed, buoyed by the water…

This is an excerpt from ‘Wet’, featured at

No comments:

Post a Comment