Autumn Nights

Long summer days give way to hot autumn nights.

She loved the way the warm sand felt beneath her body.  It was spongy and wet, almost silky.  Her back arched as she felt fingertips dip to her inner thigh and draw delicate spirals that sought out her pleasure in lazy, patient torment.  Fingertips that teased cries of joy from her heaving chest.

Lips followed fingertips along the sticky, wet trail, tasting her pleasure.

In the distance, the party she had snuck away from, continued.  The lick of the bonfire flames mimicked the movements of her lover’s tongue and its reflection danced in her eyes as she raced toward ecstasy…

Will dawn find her ravaged by passion, laying on the beach?  Or will she head back to the bonfire to rejoin her friends?

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