Licks her lips lightly.

     She shivers on soft satin sheets, twisting and torquing; tantalizing torture. A breath billows and blows behind her ear. Sweet sweat slides sinfully slow, riding rising ridges. A riot rushes through her. Her heart, head heed a hardness, a heat, a pleasure pulsing and pounding. A pinch, playful pain. The pace rises, ramps, rages. Delving deep, dancing in the darkness, divulging desires she didn't know she needed. It's mounting, amassing. Moisture flowing free. Freedom. Clutching covers, she can't control the contortions.

     And she wouldn't want to.