MY THOUGHTS ARE SINFUL # 08

 

My thoughts are sinful

And the image I see

Is of you in disgrace

For being naughty

A very naughty girl

Bent across my knee

Your bare bottom

Exposed to me

Being soundly spanked

That’s the image I see

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (32) Breakfast Buffet

 

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss-making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.   

Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”

Saunas also still featured in the new regime; they were just much steamier than before, in fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.

Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timer’s but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

 

One of the people who benefitted from the House of Funs success was Darren Ballard, who worked as a masseur, and apart from the financial there were also fringe benefits.

Because once the Spa started to cater for the more depraved tastes he managed to get a bit of depravity for himself, which was why he lived alone in the village, in what was his parents’ house, and was content to do so, he had no entanglements in his life, he had no need for a relationship and all the complications that came along with them, and he had no need of a sex partner as he got all the sex he needed at work.

So, no one was more surprised than he was when he started a relationship with Andrea Dennis, a Pangmere girl born and bred, who provided him with home grown depravity.

 

 

Darren and Andrea had spent the night together in his cottage but the next morning they had to be up very early so he could drive a very sleepy headed Andie back to Abbottsford so she’d be there in time for the first lecture.

As usual he had risen early, in both senses of the term, thinking he might start the day by splitting her strawberry whiskers, but she rebuffed his advances

“I’m too sleepy Darren” she said

“Ok I’m going to grab a shower, when you’ve dragged your gorgeous arse out of bed you can make the coffee.

 

So while he was showering Andrea went down to the kitchen to make drinks and when he was dressed for the day he carried her bags downstairs and when he got to the bottom, he dropped her bags by the door and called out to her

“I don’t think we have time for coffee”

“I can’t hear you” she retorted “come in here and say it again”

“Where are you?” he shouted

“I’m in the kitchen” she called back, so he walked down the hall and into the kitchen and found Andrea lying draped across the kitchen table like an erotic buffet completely naked casually teasing a large pink nipple with one hand and fingering herself between her strawberry pubes with the other.

“Do you have enough time for some of this?” she asked

“Always” he replied as he un-trousered his stirring beast.

“I thought you were too sleepy for a shag,” he said

“I’ve woken up now” she replied

“So, I can see,” Darren said as he watched her busy fingers vigorously frigging herself.

Darren stood there looking down on her, keenly watching her small fingers, wet with her juice, slipping, and sliding herself to orgasm as he tugged on his cock.

When she had writhed and wriggled herself to orgasm, she then lustily sucked her tangy grease from her fingers, so he grabbed her by the knees and dragged her horny carcass towards his waiting cock.

Having pulled her pussy to the edge of the table Andie’s cunny was presented to him at perfect cock height so he wasted no time at all in spearing her.

“Oh God Darren” She moaned, “That feels so good”

He partially withdrew, but so impatient was she that Andrea wrapped her long legs around him and pulled him back into her hard and she moaned loudly and smiled smugly at how clever she had been in making him skewer her again.

“More of those” she begged

So, he gave her another hard one and her hands gripped the sides of the table to brace herself and then she got another.

Andrea gave great panting moans with each stroke and her head rolled from side to side as the frenetic pace quickened and the table legs began to screech on the tiled floor and her knuckles showed white as she gripped the table harder with each thrust.

Darren had to grip the table himself to try and halt its progress across the kitchen floor.

Her chest was heaving up and down as she neared the end and her moans had long since merged into one continuous whorish wail until her face contorted into an orgasmic grimace as her back arched and her whole body shuddered in a climactic crescendo and he lost control and in short pumping spasms, he shot.

When he looked down at the sweaty panting wreck draped across the table, he thought the erotic buffet now looked like it had been well and truly enjoyed, as it most certainly had been and by the time he had put the last length into her grateful pussy the table had moved two feet from its original position.

When they had finally stopped panting, she said

“Now you may go about your business” and released him from the grip of her legs and he withdrew from her.

“Cheeky mare” he said and lifted her legs and spanked her arse really hard and she let out a yelp as his hand slapped a red handprint on her white cheek.

“Bastard” she said but then she chuckled.

Suffice is to say she was late for her lecture but neither of them cared about that.

MELISA WITH THE GAPING BLOUSE

 

 

Melisa with the gaping blouse
With fabric formed tight
Around her unfettered breasts
Her aroused nipples
Standing proud
Like sentinels
She walked slowly toward me
Breasts bouncing
Sensuously with every step
Rising and falling
Attracting every eye

 

Melisa with the gaping blouse
Was closer to me now
The crisp white cotton
Of her blouse disappeared
Into the waistband of her skirt
A tight grey skirt
As she walked closer
I could hear the rustle of her clothes
Her blouse
Her skirt
Her stockings
I hoped they were stockings

 

Melisa with the gaping blouse
Flicked her eyes
In my direction
Holding my gaze
For only a moment
In a knowing glance
As good as a promise
Then walked past me
I turned to see her
Walking slowly away
Her stilettos clicking
Her hips swinging
To and fro
And her Buttocks
Forming and reforming
With every step

 

Melisa with the gaping blouse
Beat out a sexual rhythm
A sensual rhythm
A primeval rhythm
Making my pulse race
And my loins ache
And I followed her
Matching her rhythm
My temples throbbed
As blood rushed elsewhere
In a perfect rhythm
Engorging me
As she reached her door
She turned to me smiling
And proffered her hand
Gratefully I took it
Then she led me to paradise

 

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (31) Teaching the Newbie

 

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss-making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.  

Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”

Saunas also still featured in the new regime; they were just much steamier than before, in fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.

Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timer but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

 

Of course, it wasn’t just the clientele who got their fair share of sin, the staff did rather well from the Hotel trade as well, one of them being twenty-seven years old assistant housekeeping manager Orna Black.

 

She was a pretty girl with long straw-coloured hair who stood barely five feet tall.

Orla was also slender and looked like a breath of wind would blow her away, but she was as strong as an ox.

When she first got her promotion, she worked tirelessly to repay the faith put in her.

This meant that she was always first in at the start of the day and very rarely went home on time in the evening, but she did leave plenty of time for indulgencies.

 

It wasn’t always diligence though that kept her late, sometimes there were little distractions such as Maria Gomez who worked in the restaurant, she was half Filipino and half Spanish, and was Orla’s girlfriend, however Maria had returned to the Philippines for a few months and so Orla was on her own again, she really loved Maria and planned to be celibate, but she was just too horny last it out. 

So, she was on the lookout for something temporary to fill the gap, she was almost certain Maria wasn’t going to be faithful while she was away, so she didn’t feel any pangs of guilt.

She set her sights on the new girl Abigail Evans, she was 17 years old and was assigned to housekeeping and judging by the way she checked out Hannah on reception and the female guests she was definitely gay, and the way she looked at Orla whenever she thought she wasn’t looking also told her she was in with a chance.

What made her even more attractive was the fact that she was almost certain Abi was as yet, untarnished.

Orla had had a lot of lovers since her sexual awakening, but she hadn’t had a virgin before, she hadn’t been someone’s first and she found that prospect very exciting.      

She decided to take the unpresented step of training Abigail herself and was roundly praised for it.

What they didn’t realize however was that the training Orla had in mind had nothing to do with housekeeping. 

 

Because she had noticed Abi looking at her, a number of times, she decided she would give her something more to feast her eyes upon. 

So underneath her overall she wore a skintight top and no bra, a short skirt, knee socks which on her small stature reached her thighs and her skimpiest thong.

She also selected rooms which she knew would not be occupied or likely to be so on that day.

 

Once inside the room Orla went through a well-honed routine of going around the room opening and closing cupboards, explaining what went where, what was expected and all the while the pupil’s eyes never left her teacher.

Orla then went in the bathroom and when she emerged, she had taken off her overall and teased her nipples to full erection so they stood proudly through the stretch fabric of her top, and when Abigail saw them her eyes popped out almost as far as Orla’s nipples.

After she had the newbies undivided attention she continued into the room and went through a full repertoire of bending and stretching and it was when she was standing on tiptoe reaching up above the dressing table mirror that she saw Abi staring at the wedge of flesh between the top of her sock and the hem of her skirt.

“Have you seen enough?” Orla asked

“Erm sorry” Abi responded

“That didn’t answer my question” Orla barked

“No, sorry”

“Ok let me ask you another question” she said, “Would you like to see more?”

“What?” she replied and gulped

“Would you like to see more?” Orla asked

“Yes” she gasped   

“Good, undress me then” she ordered

“What?”

“Undress me” she repeated

“Yes Miss Black” she said meekly “What should I take off?”

“What would you like to take off?”

“Everything” she replied quietly

“Excellent choice, everything it is then” she said and kicked off her shoes

“I have to do it” Abigail said sharply and walked towards her.

She was taller than Orla by nine inches, so it was effortless for her to pull the top off over her head and as she cast it aside her eyes were open as wide as saucers as they consumed every inch of Orla’s pale breasts with their pink swollen teats.

She was still staring at her little titties as she pulled down the zip on her boss’s skirt.

Abigail dropped to her knees and pulled the skirt down over her boss’s narrow hips and as it fell easily to the floor her eyes were saucer sized again as they fixed on Orla’s skimpy knickers and the wisps of straw-coloured hair curling above the lace.    

“Can I kick it away?” she asked

“Yes Miss Black” she replied and without taking her eyes off Orla’s crotch she pulled each long blue sock tantalisingly down her boss’s slender legs until all that remained were the skimpy panties.

Abi’s hands were shaking as her fingers slipped inside the waistband of Orla’s knickers and she was biting her lip as she slowly pulled them down to her ankles.

“Kick them off” she instructed as her eyes feasted on the lush straw-coloured bush right in front of her as the five foot nothing, whippet thin nymph with the luxurious bush stood looking lustfully back at her.

Orla kicked her knickers away and looked down and smiled as the innocent stared at her first pussy, then she put her hand on the back of the girl’s brunette head and pulled it towards her bush and then much to her delight Abigail rubbed her face in the coarse hair.

“Do you like my scent?” she asked

“Hmmm” Abi responded and began to run her hands up her thighs at which point Orla pushed her away.

“No touching” she said “Not yet”

In response Abigail sat back on her haunches and looked up at her like a disappointed child.

“Now it’s your turn” she said

“Yes Miss Black” Abi said very childlike and stood up.

Orla also got to her feet and began unbuttoning Abi’s uniform as she fidgeted in front of her, and when the final popper was popped, she threw open the two sides and was rewarded with a delightful sight because beneath it Deborah was in her underwear.

As she slipped the garment off the young girl’s shoulders she was still fidgeting and transferring her weight from foot to foot and her breasts were jiggling inside the large pink cups before Denise’s eyes. 

The boss stood admiring her junior standing before her in her underwear for too long because she pushed Orla back, so she plopped down on the bed and she said boldly

“I want to do it”  

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and Orla watched as the tension in the cups relax and when Abi let the pink lingerie fall away Orla said 

“Lovely”

Abigail kicked off her shoes and without further ceremony divested herself of her black tights.

Denise was staring at the crotch of her pink panties which was visibly saturated and slid off the bed to kneel before Deborah’s wet pussy   

“Those are mine” she said and yanked them down before burying her face in her wet bush.

“Is it time for touching now?” Abigail pleaded

“You want to do it now?” she asked

“Oh yes Miss Black” she replied

“Come here then” Orla said standing up and taking her young charge in her arms and kissed her

“Wow” Abigail said after enjoying her first lesbian kiss.

“Did you like that?”

“Oh yes”  

“Then you’re going to love what else I can do with my mouth” she said and sat her on the bed and pushed her thighs apart.

 

Two hours later they kissed by the door before leaving the room and as they walked down the hall Orla said

“An encouraging beginning Abigail, but I think extra training will be necessary”

“Thank you, Miss Black, I’ll do it anytime”

“It’s very refreshing to find someone so willing to learn” Orla remarked

“I’m very willing Miss Black” Abigail replied

Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (30) New Tricks

 

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss-making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.  

Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”

Saunas also still featured in the new regime; they were just much steamier than before, in fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.

 

The House of Fun had become a very popular venue for the sin seekers, some would stay at the Hotel for a week or more while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins and preferred to use the rooms by the hour.

Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timer but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

 

But it wasn’t just the staff and their deviant clientele who benefitted from the House of Funs success, there were also the local workforce and the businesses in the supply chain.

One such company was O’Sullivan and Springthorpe Auctioneers, who supplied the House of Fun with furnishings, props, and some of the more exotic items in the suites and playrooms.

Joe Brindle and Jan Moody worked for the Auctioneers, Joe in Shallowfield and Jan in Purplemere, and they were both regular visitors to Pangmere to make deliveries, sometimes together and sometimes alone, Joe preferred it when she wasn’t there as she’d been trying to get in his trousers for two years, although he’d always resisted her advances because he was happily married to Elaine and she gave him all the sex he could ever want, which was just as well as his deliveries to the house of sin always left him horny.

 

All in all, he thought Jan was a really annoying woman even though she did have a nice bod and fabulous tits, but his resistance was finally broken one summer night when he had been over to the Purplemere office to help with a stock check.

His resistance was finally broken one summer night when she lured him to a layby beside the Finchbottom Express Way, on the presence that her car had broken down.

While he was looking under the bonnet, she was divesting herself of every stitch of clothing.

He had always thought that she had a tidy figure and fit tits but as she stood there naked in the moonlight, she looked gorgeous and any lingering doubts about whether he should wet his balls with her went out of his head as the blood rushed to his cock.

Unfortunately for him as the fun began, he discovered that she liked to give instructions

“Rub me hard”

“Yes, touch me there”

“Oooh do that”

“Oooh do this”

Which went on for a while and her constant instructions really pissed him off, so he snapped and span her round until she was facing the car

“I don’t like being told what to do or when to do it”

And he bent her over the bonnet and banged into her and fucked her hard.

Afterwards he left Jan sprawled over the bonnet of her car with her rear end covered in cum, and as he drove into Shallowfield he got a text from her

“Let’s do that again”

 

Well, he wouldn’t have minded doing it again if he could guarantee she would shut up, but he thought that was very likely.

However, the text’s kept coming from her, begging him to fuck her again, pleading with him, but every time he declined.

That is until one Saturday afternoon about two months after he had last shagged her, when she turned up at the Shallowfield Auction Rooms where she knew he would be alone.

She put on her tightest most revealing leggings, sans pants and a tight sweater and no bra, so she looked good enough to eat and smelt divine. 

“No” he said as she walked into the office, but he still went hard

“Oh, Joe please” she begged “I’m so horny”

“No” he repeated

“Why?”

“You know why” he replied “I don’t like you telling me what to do”

“I won’t say anything” she said “I promise”

“You can’t help yourself” he said “Now off you go”

“Oh please” she said “I’ll do anything you ask”

“Anything?” he asked

“Yes anything” Jan agreed “you name it and I’ll do it”

 

Joe thought for a moment and remembered that parked in the warehouse was a liveried Luton van, it was the last one they had unloaded that morning and it should have been parked up in the yard but in their eagerness to get home the lads had left it inside which for what Joe had in mind was perfect.

“Are you sure you meant anything?” he asked one last time

“Absolutely” she confirmed

Joe went to a colleague’s desk and opened the top drawer and took out a pair of black tights.

“What are they for?”

“A gag” he replied, and she turned up her nose “it’s alright they’re clean”

She wasn’t convinced however so he reminded her

“You did say anything”

“Ok” she agreed and quickly obliged by opening her mouth and putting the gusset of the tights in her mouth which effectively gagged her, so he tied the legs behind her head in a bow.

He thought he might tell her later that he’d lied about them being clean.

Joe then led her by the hand, out to the warehouse and made her get in the back of the van.

“Undress” he ordered, there was a brief moment of hesitation but then she complied but stood holding her clothes in front of her to cover her modesty, which he knew she didn’t have.

Joe then tied her to the wooden rails that ran the length of the van using silk ropes he had borrowed from one of the lots that had belonged to a deceased magician and had been purchased by the House of Fun and was being delivered on Monday.

When he’d finished trussing her up she looked like a large pink, huge breasted starfish and he did all the things to her that he wanted to do the last time she was naked before him and when he’d made her cum until her knees went weak he fucked her against the side of the van.

 

He left Jan hanging from the cargo restraint’s, panting and sweating and looking like a slutty mural while he went outside for a smoke and phoned his wife to say he’d be a little late home, then he walked back inside and climbed into the van.

“Are you ok?” he asked, but she shook her head, so he undid her gag

“What’s wrong?”   

“I need a drink” she replied and then added quietly “and I need to pee”

He went away and when he returned, he was carrying a bottle of water and a bucket.

She was very grateful for the water and drank half of it before her need to pee grew too strong.

“Don’t make me pee in a bucket” she begged “please, I’ve been good”

“You said anything” he reminded her

“I know” she said “But...”

“No buts” he said “anything means anything, and a promise is a promise”

Reluctantly she agreed and he held the bucket between her legs and after a moment she let it go and released a jet of piss of extraordinary proportions.

“God that was sexy” he said when the last drops fell into the bucket

“Really? You don’t think I’m dirty” she asked

“Yes, but only in a good way” he replied as he put the bucket down.

Joe let her finish the rest of the water and then said

“It’s time to play again”

So, she smiled and opened her mouth so he could replace the gag.

 

With Jan bound and gagged Joe used her and abused her until she could barely stand and then he kissed her contracting belly and untied her ankle and in response she threw open her thighs and invited him to taste.

 

After noshing her to yet another orgasm he released her bonds and she fell into his arms and held on tightly to him.

She was still breathing hard and he could feel her heart pounding in her chest, behind her huge tits.

They stood in that embrace for several minutes while she got her breathing under control and she was sighing contentedly.

It was also a chance for him to get his second wind before the final act.

“Ok then” he said “hands behind your back”

She looked at him with eyes wide with alarm.

“There is still one more bit of fun to be had” he said and she immediately thrust her arms behind her for him to secure and when it was done he began walking her to their destination but she was a little leg weary so he put her over his shoulder and carried her.

He paused briefly in the show room while he stared at the reflection of her juicy quim which served to put lead in his pencil and he hurried on into the Auction Room for the finale.

He took her to the far end of the Auction Room and bent her over the auctioneer’s lectern where many a gavel had been banged but never to the best of his knowledge a Jan.

He had her laid in such a position that her great jugs were hanging free over the edge and her feet were off the floor giving her no control at all so the moment he entered her cunny he untied the rope tying her wrists so she could hold on and as he banged her harder and harder and then he untied her gag so he could hear her pleasure and hear her final orgasmic scream.

He didn’t withdraw as he came like he did in the layby and nor did he leave her sullied and spent in situ.

If he had she would probably still been lying there come Monday morning.

So, Joe helped her dress herself and then had to drive her home.

She was so exhausted she barely said a word on the drive home, but she did sigh a lot and he could hear the occasional whispering fanny fart.

When he reached her house, she kissed him tenderly and asked

“Are we ever going to do that again?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes please” she said “But I need to rest for a few weeks”

MISTAKEN IDENTITY

 

"Bob, go to the Hilton I was told "and meet Sam Barraclough”
A lunchtime meeting at the Hilton sometimes life was tough
I was expecting a Yorkshire man with whippet on a lead you see
With a copy of the pigeon fanciers weekly laying on his knee
A dour Yorkshire man wearing cloth cap and dressed in tweed
So was not prepared for who it was to greet me I must concede
The whippet wielding Yorkshire man had turned out to be
A very pretty young woman who was called Samantha you see
She was actually a stunningly beautiful petite young blonde
The type of delicious creature it was impossible not to be fond
She introduced herself with a broad smile and a hearty hello
I stuttered out my own introduction by way of a quid pro quo
She offered her hand to me in greeting and I accepted it gladly
Her hand was soft and smooth like silk and gripped mine firmly
In my large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child
In silence we continued to shake hands and we both just smiled
We held each other's gaze and hand perhaps too long slightly
We both laughed nervously and her cheeks blushed brightly
She then turned away and bade me follow which was no chore
I followed her exotic heady fragrance out thought the door
Silently she led me down a corridor in the lounge direction
I followed mesmerized by her form and admiring its perfection
Even wearing four-inch heels I marveled at her daintiness
Only reaching the dizzy height of five foot three more or less
The straight blonde hair cascaded onto her shoulders softly
A fitted silk blouse complemented her waif-ish frame perfectly
She had the tiniest of waists and the slenderest of hips to swing
And pert round buttocks contained within the tailored skirting
Then the shapely legs clad in stockings unless I miss my guess
The overall effect was stunning and I was smitten I will confess
Then sunlight illuminated her form through silk and cotton
The sudden transparency left nothing at all to the imagination
Seemingly completely oblivious to the effect she had achieved
On the red-blooded men in her wake she'd never have believed
She stopped by a vacant seat and slowly turned towards me
This caused the illumination of her fine breasts for us to see
The vent on her skirt caught momentarily on a cushion pad
A glimpse of her stocking top confirmed the suspicion that I had
She effortlessly and elegantly slipped into the vacant place
And gestured for me to sit beside her in the neighboring space
Not coy she sat straight-backed upright confident and proud
Her voice was strangely hypnotic clear and soft but not loud
Once again I was completely enveloped in her intoxicating scent
Then she opened her briefcase and deftly removed the document
Like a precious work of art I had admired her from a distance
Now I could examine in detail every brushstroke every nuance
Her blonde hair cascaded onto her slim shoulders like fine rain
The sun was highlighting strands like spun gold again and again
The golden rain tumbled to caress the nape of her neck gently
Coming to rest on her soft silk covered shoulders diffidently
I was transfixed by the vision of golden hair framing her face
Of pale alabaster like porcelain on a doll or like a Greek grace
Her eyes stunning and captivating were of translucent green
And her nose was small and angular sat perfectly in between
Her mouth was only narrow but the lips were full and luscious
As she spoke the pale pink lips glistened moistly and sensuous
I would blush to my roots if our eyes met however fleetingly
And then a smile would dance about her mouth provocatively
I turned my attention to her slim pale arms naked and bare
The suns illumination fringing like white gold the downy hair
Then her small delicate hands with fingers so elegant and slim
No bitten or false nails just naturally well cared for and prim
Also no rings adorned her fingers in fact there was no jewelry
But then no jewelry could ever improve on this beauty before me
Suddenly she dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it
Causing her blouse to gape revealing her breast well just a bit
Just the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill
Enough to quicken the pulse and excite the senses and thrill
Then she catches me letching and smiles as I avert my gaze
Now it's her milky white flesh that blushes in a crimson blaze
All to soon our short business meeting was at a close and done
I felt her soft and delicate hand in mine and then she was gone
So blinded by her beauty and intoxicated by her sweet perfume
I could barely stammer out a sentence before she left the room
I was left with only the exotic fragrance lingering about me
Feeling quite despondent and in a strange way quite empty
In my hand I found her business card as you would expect
Then I turned it over like you would to more closely inspect
A hand written note and number is not what I thought to see
Here's my number, call me soon, I'd like to see you socially

IN THE AFTERGLOW

 

She lay serenely in the afterglow
The sweat of passion spent
Vaporized and no more
Her hair tousled, Frames a peaceful face
The red glow of the cheeks still visible
Her eyes resting, her mouth open slightly
Her full lips still moist, her pale skin smooth
No hint remains of what passed
The contortions of orgasm
Which were etched into her innocent face
Linger no more but shall again soon
She lies beneath a silken sheet
Stretched more tightly across her breasts
Showing them in sharp relief
The cool air from the open window
Arouses her nipples
Which stand proud through the silk
She murmurs in her sleep and squirms in unison
As her arousal continues elsewhere
If her lover does not return
Her satisfaction will be in her own hand