Erotic Tales: Love, Lust and Romance
I’m going for husky but my voice comes out high, and I sound like a cross between Frenchy from Grease and Jeanette the Chipette.
In answer, I get a kiss—slender, tender lips moving against mine, grapefruit gloss charming my taste buds.
“Maybe,” she murmurs, sincerely uncertain. We keep kissing.
I begin to undress Taryn, to reveal her appeal. Taryn’s
body is a potpourri of swerves and slopes and swoops. Her teats pucker like the tips of lemons and her fuzzy swatch of hair curls like the tips of chocolate chips.
I touch her skin, pale and pliant and softer than cash- mere.