It was the blackness of the day. He was too tired after the day's work. He supported the pillow at the head of the bed and started surfing through the digital screen. The bedroom door creaked, she entered silently in her red lace, night gown. His eyes were locked upon her. The weary day had made both the torsos tired yet their instincts thrilled their privates.

She switched off the lights and he kept aside his laptop. The air conditioner cooled the room, yet the temperatures raised. The darkness could feel them when he grabbed her by the waist, turning her close to his lips. Burning calories for minutes while his hands slipped down the waist, navel, back and thighs .

The threads could not keep the buttons together, his naked body caught her goosebumps. Her stripping lace gown gave away to nudity. Caressing, biting the lobes, collar bone, he played with her like a soft flower.
Hickies all over her feathery body. On her knees, she made him sense paradise. The naked torsos creased the bedsheet at every stroke.

His shoulders bore responsibility of pleasure. Her lips parted to exhibit eroticism. At the flow, the cease was sweeter than nectar. The forehead kiss was the ever lasting sensation and not a mere night stand. The moon veiled amidst the clouds, the night robed the torsos with lust then love.


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