"Outside of a dog, a book is probably man’s best friend, and inside of a dog, it’s too dark to read."
Friday, July 20, 2007
55 Flash Fiction
Urgent fingers tug at zippers and buttons while tongues dance together in silence. Then I feel strong, gentle fingers smooth up my neck and thread through my hair. How can this much taut sexual tension and this languid sensual relaxation co-exist in the body and brain? Swallowing stifled moans, skin separated for too long intertwines.