My true erotic adventures

Please respect my privacy & the privacy of my lovers.
Do not inquire as to their identity, especially to those you speculate!
Relish every detail but leave their identification a mystery known only to the stars.

When his knock finally sounded at my door, I peered through the peephole and left him standing there for the space of several heartbeats, because one must not appear too eager…

No one looking at me would think there is a woman drowning inside there. But I am. I am always drowning.

A caress lingers beyond innocence. Hips shift. Another body answers. The question is asked without language and answered in the same fashion – invitation, acceptance, offering, return.

Water still jeweled his shoulders and travelled in rivulets down his back because the impossible man had scarcely bothered to pat himself dry, yet there he knelt attending to me.
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