Dori Smith
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Her Story
He knocked on her hotel door, but there was no answer. He opened the door with the spare key she had given him and entered cautiously, trying not to startle her. As he made his way down the short hallway, he took in the seductive aroma of lavender that had permeated the room. The lights were out, only candles lit his path. He came around the corner, just as she was stepping out of the bath. Glistening drops of water slowly rolled down her golden skin, accentuating her curves. His eyes worked their way up, all the way up her long slim legs, her tiny hips. Hips he had dreamed of holding in his hands, as he slowly and methodically thrust into her, each time feeling better than the last. He moved up to her stomach, curving in above the hips he wanted so badly to hold, up higher to the breasts he longed to touch and caress. Her lips were waiting to be touched by his, a slow blink, and her eyes met his...like a magnet they were drawn to each other. A smile came over her face, one of content and excitement. He smiled back, not a word needed to be said, as they knew what was to come.
By Dori Smith3 years ago in Filthy