The Sweetest Taboo
“The melancholy and menacing low-down sounds wound their way through her bedroom’s open window, conjuring wild and reckless images in her wandering mind. Feet tucked beneath her in the bedroom’s overstuffed reading chair, Erin Thatcher placed the open copy of Anïs Nin’s Little Birds facedown on the quilted throw covering her lap.
With her hands resting on the chair’s padded arms, her head sinking into the cushioned back, she closed her eyes and listened. The rhythm worked the magic she’d com...e to expect from the sultry sounds, arousing the parts of her body the erotica had wickedly stirred to life.
She wanted to indulge in the sensations, to let the music take her places she hadn’t visited in far too long, to offer her experiences rich with the sensual encounters and adventures her reading of late reminded her she was missing.
The guitar strings stroked velvet fingers the length of her neck, caressing her skin from her chin to the hollow of her throat.MoreLess
With her hands resting on the chair’s padded arms, her head sinking into the cushioned back, she closed her eyes and listened. The rhythm worked the magic she’d com...e to expect from the sultry sounds, arousing the parts of her body the erotica had wickedly stirred to life.
She wanted to indulge in the sensations, to let the music take her places she hadn’t visited in far too long, to offer her experiences rich with the sensual encounters and adventures her reading of late reminded her she was missing.
The guitar strings stroked velvet fingers the length of her neck, caressing her skin from her chin to the hollow of her throat.MoreLess
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