Their passion overtaking them, they needed and wanted more. He pressed her body against the shower wall, placing her hands above her head. He admired her body from behind as the suds flowed down her back into the crack of her ass. His hands slowly moved down her arms to her waist, he leaned in close to her, she could feel his breath on her skin as his mouth kissed the back of her neck. His lips slowly kissed their way down her spine and to the middle of her back to the top of her ass. Her knees felt weak and her body shivered as he explored her body with his mouth. As he made his way back up to her neck, she tried to turn to face him, but he pressed her harder into the wall, whispering in her ear, 'I want you.' He turned her towards him and looked deep into her eyes as he moved in to kiss her hard and passionately. He could feel the water running between them; he pulled her closer to him, letting his hands fall to her ass. He could taste the sweetness of the wine she had earlier, he could still smell the perfume she had been wearing.
I have been told over the years how amazing I am. I am not sure I would call myself amazing, but I would call myself a survivor. We all have a past, we have all made choices, and we all have to decide how we react and respond to those. Here is my story.
She decided to leave work a bit early; it had been a very long day and an even longer week. All she could think about was her lover and how she needed him, needed to feel him, be close to him. Her thoughts started to stray on the drive home. She loved the way it felt when he pulled her into his arms, the way his body felt pressed against her, the way the warmth from his hands radiated through her lower back, the look he would get in his eyes just before he took her.