A Sultry Sunday in the shower

To the 'good girl' in me, Sundays mean time at home relaxing with family...to the 'bad girl' in me, Sundays mean unadulterated pleasure with the man I love. Here's a glimpse into any given Sunday fantasy I have.
(Note: Each Sultry Sunday entry I post will be an excerpt from this beginning scene- so sit back, relax and get a little wet.)



He thrust her wet naked body against the shower tile as water beat down on his muscular back. He captured her lips with his own and felt a fierce appetite for her rising from within his soul.

His hands reached up to cup her voluptuous breasts and he’d began kneading them with a hunger he couldn’t satisfy. Her hands clench his powerful biceps searching for her own desire. Her fingernails dug into his skin and he ignored the pain, his thoughts are in another place.

His body pressed against hers and she could feel his hard cock jabbing between her thighs just below her pleasure center. Her lips were quivering with anticipation as his throbbing penis sought its destination.

When he released her lips she gasped for air. His strong hands slid down to her waist caressing every inch of wet skin in their path. Then his hand slips between her thighs and she parted them allowing his finger entrance. Her breathing gradually started to quicken with eagerness of what’s to come.

He knelt down and she grasped his hair in between her fingers and eagerly massaged his scalp.

His fingers eased apart her lips exposing the pink flesh he’d been craving. His tongue flicked the most delicate part of her body. She trembled and a soft moan escaped her lips.

Come back on Sunday March 21 for the continuing scene.