The Neighbor Part II
Her bedroom was nothing close to fancy, but he couldn’t argue with the fact that it was a cosy little space, and her bed was the springiest bed he had ever sat upon. Moments before, they had exchanged wet and fervid kisses in her sitting-room and now, Frank found himself aroused not by her naked body waiting for him upon the bed, stretched out in pose, as if waiting to be photographed or sketched, but the numerous posters she had plastered on her sea-blue walls. ‘You like Kiss?’ ‘I...