Sunrise and Sunset is a flash of exactly 100 words.
At sunrise, we make love.
She’s soft and supple, pliant. I pull her leg over my hip and gently welcome a new day. Her moans are mere whispers. She’s tight and warm, welcoming. My thrusts are slow, easy and paced. Our hands are gentle, words are sweet.
At sunset, we fuck.
She’s unbreakable and wild, ferocious. She pulls my hair and bites my lip. Her legs wrap around me and her back thumps the wall. Her groans are imploring. She’s wanton and dirty, a minx. My thrusts are hard, arduous and bruising. Our hands are merciless, we don’t need words.
Header image for Sunrise and Sunset by Alejandra Quiroz on Unsplash
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You certainly made brilliant use of those 100 words! Thanks for painting these two exquisite scenes. ❤️
Oh, thank you! I’m so glad you enjoyed!
I don’t even know what I like better. Sunrise or sunset. Probably everything has its time.
the photo the words beautiful and erotic
Thank Sindee. I hope you’re doing well 🙂
doing well just been very busy thanks for asking
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