Romance Novel Material

by kurtbethel 2 Replies latest jw friends

  • kurtbethel
    kurtbethel

    He grasped me firmly, but gently, just above my elbow and guided me into a room, his room. Then he quietly shut the door and we were alone.

    He approached me soundlessly, from behind, and spoke in a low, reassuring voice, close to my ear.

    "Just relax. . . "

    Without warning, he reached down and I felt his strong, callused hands start at my ankles, gently probing and moving upward along my calves, slowly, but steadily. My breath caught in my throat.

    I knew I should be afraid, but somehow I didn't care. His touch was so experienced, so sure.

    When his hands moved up onto my thighs, I gave a slight shudder, and I partly closed my eyes. My pulse was pounding. I felt his knowing fingers caress my abdomen, my ribcage. And then, as he cupped my firm, full breasts in his hands, I inhaled sharply.

    Probing, searching, knowing what he wanted, he brought his hands to my shoulders, slid them down my tingling spine and into my panties.

    Although I knew nothing about this man, I felt oddly trusting and expectant. This is a man, I thought. A man used to taking charge. A man not used to taking "no" for an answer. A man who would tell me what he wanted. A man who would look into my soul and say . . . .

    "Okay, ma'am," said a voice. "All done."

    My eyes snapped open and he was standing in front of me, smiling, holding out my purse. "You can board your flight now."

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  • ziddina
    ziddina

    Hah!!!

    Kurt, you've got a WICKED sense of humor!!!

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