Saturday, 3 December 2011

Unofficial Six Sentence Sunday -- December 4, 2011

The Darkroom

I picked up the canister to depart the darkroom when someone caressed my shoulder. ­The film canister slipped from my hand, I apologized, but before I could bend to retrieve it the hand moved from my shoulder to the back of my neck, where the fingertips gently massaged the hairline. ­I opened my mouth to protest, when hard lips meshed against mine.­ I stood completely still with shock.­ After a few moments the lips on mine grew gentle and when his tongue travelled across my lower lip I opened my mouth and my tongue eagerly met his. I moaned as the hand at the back of my neck pulled me closer to that probing tongue.

1 comment:

gemma parkes said...

Beautiful, sexy and sensual!