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Heat

Hot, so hot. It is almost too much to stand. Your fire burns me and the air is alive with moist heat in our little sanctuary. Music floats in and out, lulling my worries

I feebly try to break free from your intimate embrace, fight you, but you won’t let me go. A soft moan escapes my lips and I open them slightly when I feel your clean sweat trickle down my breasts, sliding slowly down… Feather light you caress me, pleasure me, raising goose bumps that stand up slightly from my skin, until a glistening wet sheen covers me from head to toes.

On and on you go, giving me no time to catch my breath. Stop, I beg, please stop. But you keep coming on, harder. My legs tremble and refuse to support my weight any longer. I  slide down the wall, slowly. No more, I whisper, But you follow me down, relentlessly, and hammer your force on me. With a cry of surrender I throw back my face and welcome your shower of kisses on my lips. I close my eyes…

… and open them wide when the water suddenly turns icy cold. Darned kids, they must have opened the hot water down in the kitchen. I sigh, get up and step out from under my morning shower. The day has won, it is time for breakfast.

Now what were you thinking? You do realize I was only writing about hot water, right? *wink* But I never knew it could be this much fun.

fwf-badge-pinkA short story, written for Kellie Elmore’s Free Write Friday challenge: Wordplay – Foreplay: take an ordinary task/object and make it sexy. To write about a subject in an intimate way, playing on words so that the reader would be unaware (and maybe blush a bit). Want to join us? Click the image for further details.