E. Z. Riter

In Thoughts of You.

"What are you doing?"

"Thinking about this painting."

She stood behind me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and leaned forward until her head was by mine. I could feel her breath on my neck.

"Why?" she asked.

"It's another of Mat's games. He's challenged us to write a story about it."

"Like the Hopper collection?"

"Same principle."

"So, what do you think?"

"The story possibilities are limitless."

"No, they're not. The situation's obvious."

"Oh? What is it?"

"She's thinking about her lover as she waits for him to arrive."

"And what is she thinking?"

"How his body feels on top of her. How his cock feels in her. She's getting wet thinking about him. But she's passive. She wants to be taken - carried to the bedroom, undressed by him, and gently laid back. She wants his hands on her - and his mouth. She wants to be eaten until she orgasms. Then she wants to be fucked - fucked long and hard and made to cum until she can't come again before she sleeps in his arms."

"You can tell she wants all that?"

"No. That's what I want. Turn off the computer and come to bed."

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