Brown skin and muscled curves defined my lust.
But tonight, this new form.
Pale and soft.
Freckles, and perfume.
Flame red hair, true all the way.
I knew brown lips that give way to pink pleasure, but tonight the whole world’s pink and freckled, moaning as my tongue lashes slick, honeyed lips.
Her lame husband’s absent, as usual.
I rise to face her beautiful green eyes, flanked by auburn hair.
She tastes herself on my lips.
Pushing in, her marital boredom falls away.
When her loving wetness drinks my pulse, she screams that she’s at home.
Melissa, you deserve more.
