Saturday, March 20, 2010

Cream

She climbed into bed that night without showering, undressing slowly in the dark, retracing his path. As each discarded piece fell at her feet, the scent of him rose up to meet her, flooding nose, mind and sex with the fresh memory of their meeting.

Peeling off the minute black g-string covered in his dried creamy seed, she ran her long, delicate fingers back and forth along the renewed moistness hoping her body had retained enough of his slippery goodness for the pleasure of her midnight treat.

6 comments:

The Panserbjørne said...

Midnight encounters -- how intense they can be and how they sear memories into the mind afterwards. And sometimes sear a few other things, too, from the sound of it.

-- PB

Cheeky Minx said...

Mmmm, the deliciously potent, lingering reminder (and remainder) of a man...

Glad you enjoyed it PB - and nice to have you back! ;)

Osbasso said...

Short and to the point. I like it!

Cheeky Minx said...

Thanks Os! Sometimes less is definitely more...

Jake (of Facts and Friction) said...

This is awesome, I've always wondered how my partners reminisce after we've parted...

Cheeky Minx said...

Thank you Jake! It's certainly a very delectable way to relive the experience for me...