Wild Desire
There was something very freeing about being involved with a man for such narrow reasons, no actions held to account at a later date, no worries about what might or might not go wrong.
‘And what if I told you I was in love with you?’ she asked coquettishly.
‘You're not. And you won't be.’
‘I’m in lust with you.’
‘Yeah. Great, ain’t it?' He moved his foot. Miraculously his big toe found the opening to her vagina. It had been sealed by the water, dry and unyielding, but he pushed forward until the seal broke. Beyond, where the water had not penetrated, was a well of hot, sticky juices.