His hand, such a warm caress, slowly cupped her breast as they spooned for the last warm snuggle on a chilly winter morning. Up under her thin camisole, his thumb flitted across her nipple causing it to harden and respond. She was slowly awakened by his small, gentle, but insistent movements over her warm body and she could feel her heat rise and her heart beat quicken.
He stirred behind her and rubbed his loins ever so gently across her backside, prompting her to prostrate into him in a slow circular motion, inviting him in for more. As his hardened member slid along her backside, his fingers tickled across her stomach towards its inevitable destination.
“Whew.” Vivian’s toes curled in their thick, woolen socks. She stretched them out toward the fireplace on a freezing January evening. She looked up from the manuscript submission she was reading, titled The Marriage Bed, one of many she hoped to get through this weekend. She focused on the fire’s dancing flames before taking her red pen to make some notes in the margin. Vivid description, but not the right genre for our publishing house.
He stirred behind her and rubbed his loins ever so gently across her backside, prompting her to prostrate into him in a slow circular motion, inviting him in for more. As his hardened member slid along her backside, his fingers tickled across her stomach towards its inevitable destination.
“Whew.” Vivian’s toes curled in their thick, woolen socks. She stretched them out toward the fireplace on a freezing January evening. She looked up from the manuscript submission she was reading, titled The Marriage Bed, one of many she hoped to get through this weekend. She focused on the fire’s dancing flames before taking her red pen to make some notes in the margin. Vivid description, but not the right genre for our publishing house.