Carly wrapped up in my arms, breathing out delicate but lusty sweetness in my direction. Silk sheets aiding in the luxuriousness we were both feeling. We sidle up close and slide up and down one another as we are reaching out to touch all the magical wetness of forbidden areas.
Suddenly, Layla appears or rather morphs out of Carly, but the intensity of desire remains the same in this room which suddenly becomes a house. It’s gloomy while it’s steamy hot; we’re trapped but not.
I won’t choose just one. I want them both and not only in my dreams.
Loved it totally❤
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‘… we’re trapped but not’
Loved that line and love this piece!
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Glad you enjoyed it! 🙂
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Absolutely! 🖤
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“Layla appears or rather morphs out of Carly, but the intensity of desire remains the same in this room which suddenly becomes a house” – I love this line! It aptly sums up the conflict which exists within the narrator, projected outwards onto the events around. Beautifully written.
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Thank you so much, Tien! I love what you took away from that line. 🙂
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