There’s some new erotica over at Secret Desires. Here’s a little tease:
I remove two sifters from the cabinet and as I search for the bottle of cognac, I am startled by two hands at my hips. Immediately the scent of cologne invades my nostrils and I know it is not my husband. I hold my breath as lips graze my ear lobe. “Your husband tells me, that though your lips are familiar with french, they have not yet been touched by french.”
“No, sir,” I blush, barely able to get the words out.
I feel his body press against mine. I moan softly as his erection presses against my ass. He trails his hands up my legs, pulling my skirt over my waist. His hand migrates to my panties, his fingers pressing against my mons through the thin fabric. I groan and feel his lips press against my ear. “You didn’t think I meant the lips on your pretty little face did you, cherie?”
“Yes, Eric, ” I stutter. “I did.”
“Tsk. Tsk.” He mutters.
