10th
Square: Mills & Boon material?
It’s 3.30am. I’m cold. I’m tired. I’m lonely.
I’m trying hard to keep warm cuddled up on my makeshift mattressbed under my queen-sized duvet.
I’m thinking of you, your warmth. You shivering whiningly about my cold cold feet.
I remember it well. Me nibbling at your lips, tasting them as they meet mine, as we bid each other goodnight. Me savouring the sensation of your breasts pressed against my chest, while holding you tightly to stifle your involuntary shivers, fueled by the harsh night cold and harsher veracities that trouble you.
And in the sensual silence I whisper gently in your ear: sweet dreams my Love, sleep well. You turn your face to kiss me once more, before settling into your habit of facing me with your back, seemingly cold yet actually not. My hand grabs you round the waist and there remains, but only awhile, unable to resist teasing and caressing your breasts.
Oh what I would give to have you tremble beneath me, thighs tensed, breathless, only a mist of sweat separating us; our bodily convulsions betraying the ecstacy that so crudely disorts our senses…
It’s getting warmer. And warmer.
Random post there… But one I thought blogworthy. Maybe I should keep at it and send some drafts off to Mills & Boon! Haha!
From law graduate to chef to theatre producer to drama student to soft porn, ahem, I mean, romance novel writer! Onward we go!
