Inside the Erotic Writer
Visions of New York City Dancing In Her Head
Between her legs felt like the soft fire that she felt, when she was aroused and rubbed herself against him.
Sabrina curled into a ball, overwrought with emotion and sensation. She and Carole had had a long night. Carole was within a breath’s reach of her on the bed, but Sabrina could not have any more sensation. She was sore from all the penetration and licking between her legs.
The man they had been with was long gone, even though Sabrina remembered him and Carole kissing for a long time at the door before she drifted off. Their hands all over each other at the door jamb and passion she recognized…
Now she was awake. Her overwrought emotions were all the more unsettling, as she remembered what she had been dreaming about.
Now that she was in Paris, she dreamt about Harry. About the color of his skin, about the warmth of his body, about him close to her, closer than was now in bed with Carole.
