A 100 Word Story
Music thunders as
we stumble through the back door – clearly marked “No Exit” – finding a dimly
lit alley. Surrounded by millions, we two alone exist in this momentary
solitude. Mouths mash together; tongues dance; limbs entangle; fingers tear at
clothing, fumbling with enclosures.
“Do it,” you cry;
consent, plea, and command all at once.
Eyes locked on mine, you spin to
face the wall; tugging the fabric of your dress, bunching it at your waist. Pounding
bass pulsates through our bodies. Flesh and souls merge; moans echo in the
darkness. Trembling; plunging steadily deeper, as desire transforms two into
one.
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