Erotic Love Making
The room was dimly lit. He could see little except the lithe outline of her frame. She stood there in front of him, the woman he had always desired and hungered for, now totally his, totally devoted to serving his pleasure. Who was she? It didn’t seem to matter; looking at her youthful, slender figure sparked a surge of affection in him. It didn’t matter where he was, who she was, why they were in this room together. He let his mind and his caution lean back, relaxing in the august radiance of...