“His fingers slither in under the waistband of my pants. He unbuttons them with his thumb and sort of folds the zipper down. His fingers continue down over my panties, explore my swollen folds and starts massaging my clit. Round, soft movements. He seems to appreciate the fact that the fabric is soaked, because he grunts approvingly. I let him continue. I put one hand over his to invite him in. Buck my hips forward for him to feel my wetness.”
The party is coming to an end, and most guests are really drunk. Linda is eyeing Are when he starts kissing Sanna. Something breaks inside her. The love of her life has chosen somebody else. She runs out of the apartment and Are runs after her. Linda knows she shouldn’t feel this way — she is married and much younger than Are. But the only thing she can think about is pressing up against his naked body.
Vanessa Salt is a pseudonym. Vanessa finds inspiration for the stories on her many travels, where hot exotic places nourish her erotic fantasies. She writes with humour about the passion that can arise when you least expect it.
