September 1
My arm against the warm chocolate skin of his right arm is pale, wan and seemingly sickly. It appears two degrees colder, frailer still, against the hot coffee of his left arm - often soaking up rays for hours on end while dangling out a car window.
Covering the cool cream of my breasts, my arm blushes a warm, brick red as its clandestine relationship with the sun is revealed by comparison.
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Mary Wilkinson says:
I tasted your writing, it
I tasted your writing, it melted on my lips like a thousand fragments of silk, of oranges and pinks, a dash of purple for a sense of daring, a slash of black to bring me back. My mouth swirls with the possibilities. I close my eyes...
Jodi Thompson says:
Hmm, thanks, Mares. *blush*
Hmm, thanks, Mares. *blush*
Mary Wilkinson says:
Scarlet or cerise?!
Scarlet or cerise?!
Jodi Thompson says:
Cherry, I think.
Cherry, I think.
Luciana Lhullier says:
Wow, Jodi! You know, I love
Wow, Jodi! You know, I love coffee! :-D
Jodi Thompson says:
Me, too, Lu!
Me, too, Lu!
Ron. Lavalette says:
Very
Very fleshy.................Yum
Jodi Thompson says:
And no latex involved, Ron.
And no latex involved, Ron. Maybe a bit of oil...