Her eyes were gleaming now, her nipples hard against her dress, He slipped his fingers higher and could feel the moistness of a new passion, the stale dregs of the last subliming down her legs. He grunted. He knew he could not satisfy her a second time.
They went back to the party, grinning at the irony of the trendy cosmopolitan crowd picking at hors d’œuvres and sipping fine wines, knowing part of him was covering that sluts body as she made small talk with lawyers.
Watching her drift between the cliques, smiling and making inane banter with inane guests he noticed one of the caterers watching her as avidly as he had been. His eyes were hungry, his mind only half on his job. He could understand it. She was a tall woman with soft brown eyes, her body whilst not perfect or proportioned diffused unknown sexuality into the air. Her tallness accentuated this, and to guess, one would think she were the dominant partner, but they were at their best, he’d be retraining her with his superior strength, she would be open bare, and usually naked to his clothed body, her whole self begging to be abused, defiled, her vulnerability was pleading to be abused. She was truly delicious.