The paneled walls lost focus, sharpened, faded, cleared. Off her reflection, in the top corner of the mirror, someone had taped a tan sheet of construction paper with the printed words in red:Sex is natural; sex is good. Xxx Her juices flowed with his from her vagina and down her legs. No strength remained to lift herself and relieve the returning soreness at her wrists, spread and secured overhead. On the second try, she managed to keep her head up. . . ¡Delicioso! She watched him, his form so tall behind her, brown skin glistening, his tight crew-cut hair with the dash of gray at the temples, his brown, intense eyes watching her as she watched him: Tyrone. melding . His skin felt soft, firm, slick. .“Give it to me
Give me that stuff
That funk, that sweet, funky stuff . Remember, she thought, remember it all. By Any Other Name
An Erotic Novel of
