Inspired by my own One-Line Prompt
come hither….
She pushed the call aside, thinking there’s no time
Yet wait, she turned, remembering her promise
To honor her breath, her mind, her body and
She could not deny that her posa was standing on edge
Eruption was imminent, should she only be able to give herself the self-love her goddess desired at that moment
And so, quietly locking the door, she retreated to her bed, for a reprieve from the world
Licking her finger and raising her shirt, her nips hardened, her posa softened, dew moistened, hand stroking down into her panties
She began…
