Netha Lawrence
Stories (2/0)
A Little Nip
Tristen could hear the shower begin to start. He sat back resting his head on the back of the couch staring at the ceiling. He really didn’t want to be there. He’d rather be with her. Just the thought of her naked body with the water dripping off it made him nuts. He closed his eyes thinking get rid of the images. It didn’t. He began to think of her cleaning herself soaping her breasts, lathering her body, he made him ache in all the wrong places. He couldn’t handle it. With a quick action, he removed himself from the couch. The next thing he knew he was through her bedroom door and standing in front of the closed bathroom door. He stared at it for a while thinking to himself should he go through. A shaky hand ran through his hair. What was he doing? He needed to take things slow. Yet he needed to be by her, wanted to be next to her. Backspace, every fiber of his being wanted to be buried in her.
By Netha Lawrence4 years ago in Filthy
My Muse
Lavade collected her thoughts, she decided she would paint. It would relax her and she could escape into her imagination. She put her coffee down and grabbed a smock and new canvas poured out some paint and sat down. She closed her eyes and began to think. As she relaxed her mind it began to wander.
By Netha Lawrence4 years ago in Filthy