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Ashley Huston

Lynn Haven, United States

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A towel drapes her body after such a relaxing hot shower, all the worries and cares of the day cleansed from her being. The mirror wiped clean she blow dries those dark scarlet locks, brushing their length. She clicks off the dryer, the hellacious roaring of the machine stopped, discarding it to focus fully on brushing the tangles.
Unaware she is, too focused on her own reflection as I stand behind her. Too late before any notice is taken, she is now mine. I press myself directly too her grabbing her by the wrists, forcing them down onto the counter. the reflection stares with wide open eyes. I refuse escape holding her arms down staring back. Taking her full figure in, breasts rising and falling underneath the towel. I can feel how warm her body is while I’m pressed against her, the fragrance of her freshly shampooed hair enticing me further into this frenzy.
Her towel loosens under anxious breaths. She tries to lift her arms, I let her know she is under my control. A fearful glance staring into my eyes through the mirror she can see my dark excitement, not even I can predict my next actions. I am too far gone, the beast has taken over.
The towel slowly began to peel itself down her body, my hands an iron grip on her arms. Milky complexion exposed to me. Her eyes closed in unneeded shame. I cannot tell how long we stood there. When I’m sure she won’t risk escape, my hands move up her arms, over her shoulders.
She’s taking in large breaths once more, my devious mind wonders if she’s imagining what comes next? My hands gently make their way down her back, each second a sensory delight. Finally resting on the curves of her hips.
My left hand makes it’s way slowly across her navel, I am enslaved within this excitement over her hot, smooth skin.
Ever so slowly, my hand moves upwards, between her breast resting peacefully on her throat.
“open your eyes”
She complies with my words
I bring my lips closer to her ears.
“look I whisper” she opens her eyes and glances at her body
“you are beautiful.”
No comment comes forth from her lips as I say these true words
To her hear. I say one more thing.
“ I must have you.”

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