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Quiet Passion

  • PJ MacDowell
  • Jan 24, 2016
  • 1 min read

It started innocently enough... a long, searching gaze... which ignited the both of them...


His lips slanted across her moist mouth and then he pulled her hard against him. She didn't resist. With barely constrained urgency, his lips devoured her, steely and firm, he masterfully parted her lips and she let him fill her mouth, his tongue searching, exploring... she was on fire for him and she arched against him - yearning for something more. He felt like a man who had been deprived of water for days and he drank deeply of her nectar... her head was swimming with such raw emotion.. against his mouth she moaned and then she was pleading for more but she was too inexperienced to understand what she wanted...


... when he tore his mouth away from her and could see her lips were bruised from his kiss and her eyes bright with desire.... he knew what they both wanted... what they both needed and in one swift movement he picked her up... and even if she was taken aback, she did not hesitate but locked her hands around his neck and let him take her wherever he wanted.

 
 
 

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