The Shower
He stood transfixed at the beauty that was before him, he wasn’t sure if he should clear his throat or just stand quietly and watch the delicate balance of light and shadow. He paced his breathing so she didn’t hear him watching her, but how could he stop, what he was watching was such a dance of the female form in all its purity. She’s was behind the smoked glass shower door and all he could see was just her curves her lithe body , but he could hear the water as it caressed her skin , he could...
Straight Sex