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The Writings of Buffy Meissonier, Filtered to Georgia Mason, Shaun Mason and Random Dent
There was something sensual about the way the black leather duster caressed his calves as he hurried down the sidewalk, drawing ever close to his destination. She watched from the window, her breath hitching in longing as the streetlight lit his face. She felt the heat blossom between her thighs and she raced down the stairs to meet him, her breath hitching by the time she reached the door, and not just from the frantic pace she'd taken.

She threw the door open and gasped, as she did every time she saw him, her nipples tightening into small pebbles of lust as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. The taste of him alone practically brought her to climax, and she moaned, sliding her hand down, down and cupping him through his pants.

"What do you say we go upstairs and make some magic of our own?"

TO BE CONTINUED...