House Guest

We were only visitors here, her and I. Having never laid eyes on one another before today our hosts would honestly be shocked. She whispered at the door as I ran the bath smiling. The house was filled with sleep and no one would miss us. We were ignorant to the scald of hot water as I grabbed the metal towel rack for support and slid into her velvet grip. Steam slowly mounted as did her panting and stifled moans. The window fogged over as we became lost in one another forgetting the fact we just met.

Whisper, Velvet, Window, Pant, Metal

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