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Deep in the Shadows



Windows are thrown wide, desperate to catch a breeze. I lie naked, drenched in sultry humidity, craving cool comfort and... something else.

He's here.

Somewhere in the shadows, out of reach, a calm, controlled sigh rises over the zip and rustle of unnecessary clothes.

Eyes closed.

The mattress beneath sways gently. Skin slides softly over the crisp, cotton sheet. A sandalwood cologne fills the air inciting a fizz of anticipation through my soul, pulse quickening. So close...

I hear his smile; a brief, gentle huff. Playful mischief, perhaps?

Closer still, but not touching, his warmth radiates over my rising breasts. I'm suddenly aware of my deepening breathing, of yearning.

The whisper of a long, deep exhale and cooling breath cascade over a nipple. Aureolae respond, prickling with fiery heat, rising toward temptation. Hotwired, yet untouched, my precious pearl joins their sensual cry, tingling and growing as if reaching for the elusive contact it craves. My whole skin fizzes with an effervescent flush. Unbidden, thighs part in invitation.

The bed ripples and undulates. The sandalwood aroma fades. Anguish and frustration flood into my mind, until...

The murmur of another cool exhale over my sex, below. My pearl responds, engorging, throbbing harshly. Tingling petals emerge and flourish in greeting, slick with Pavlovian nectar. So hungry... So sensitive... I hear myself panting, lower spine arched on strings pulled by an invisible pupiteer.

Still closer...

His slow breathing caresses the carnal heat between my thighs. I feel the sheet scrunched inside my balled fists, clinging desperately to reality. Heartbeat racing, the thrill and danger of toppling from this sexual precipice is terrifyingly real.

Something hot and wet barely grazes my pulsing pearl, and...

The explosive detonation rips through my soul! I'm in freefall, mindless, plunging and swooping, vaguely aware of a scream. Breathless and gulping for air, I pitch and roll, tossed and tumbled though surging waves of sweet, sweet suffering.

Slowly, gradually, selfawareness returns wrapped in the most wonderfully warm afterglow. Breathing slows. Sight returns.

I gaze over ebony, glistening skin standing quietly by the window; this tall, ghostly shadow figure silhouetted by moonlight. He smiles confidently, eyes smouldering and hungry. His beautiful desire sways, proud and firm, unsheathed and full of delicious promise as he climbs languidly back onto the bed. My sex aches for his touch.

Turning my , eyes adjust to find my husband, seated, deep in the shadows. His appreciation of my performance has already spilled over his hand and onto the floor. This is a difficult moment. His ambition and acceptance only last while aroused. And now he's spent, his eyes disclose a mind filling with acrid jealousy and crushing humiliation.

I must act.

Remember, darling, this is what you said you wanted.

I lock eyes with his.

You're going to watch this man defile and breed me.

A dazzling flash and profoundly deep, rolling rumble fills the room. The storm is here.





Janet&Jon