The house across the street....

She stands at the window, looking listlessly at the house across the street. Under an overcast sky, the humidity is adding to the heaviness in the air. She silently soaks in the stillness and curves herself into a graceful work of erotic art, conscious that she is being watched by someone in the house across the street.

That’s when I draw close to her, as if pulled by her erotic magnetism, her fragrance egging me into a subtle dance, while the humidity arousing my primal instincts.

I sneak up to her, taking in her beauty, inhaling her ethereal aroma. As I flick my fingers on her nubile wrists, she jolts back from her reverie, and looks back at me. I slide my hands across her arms and while she is still lost in my eyes, lock her soft lips with my love. She is startled, and looks at me wide-eyed, with a questioning glance – what if there is someone watching in the house across the street?

I grab her firmly, lock her lips further and wrap my arms around her, reassuring her that it doesn’t matter. As her back faces the window, I slide her satin negligee off her shoulders, her arched back glistening with sweat exposed to the window. She shudders, I steady, She resists, I insist, She yields, I take over.

As I strip her layer after layer, her inhibitions give way, and the dainty angel turns into an uncouth slut.

That’s when I notice a shadow move around in the house across and realize that I am not the only one ravaging my voluptuous whore at that moment. There is someone else who is drinking her wild nakedness from a distance. What is he thinking right now, does he want a piece of my angel-slut, how does he prefer eating my angel-slut, will he get a chance to taste my angel-slut someday.

I don’t know, but I am enjoying it right now and from the corner of her eyes, she gives me a slutty glance ---- She is enjoying it as well ;)

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