I wanted to do everything for her.
A bit of hot Mediterranean moisture trickled down her back. I longed to lick it off. Instead, I dabbed it with a clean white napkin, then brought it up to my own lips. I didn't even try to stop myself. Her fragrance was intoxicating, and I was thirsty for the taste of it.
She was a goddess. There was nothing plain about her, and I didn’t see how I could get through the morning ---
ShoeStories™ by Claudia Lynch