stroudle
His kiss on her lips was like lightening. She could feel a thunderous intensity brewing inside of her. Who knew a kiss was all it took to awaken her?
It was like she was eternally trapped in his arms. Even when he let go, she could feel his embrace. If another man held her, he was simply a second set of arms around her. No matter where she turned, she would always be his.
My stomach grumbled and my mouth watered. I rose from my sofa and strolled into my kitchen. The guacamole was in the fridge but the triscuits were missing. There were none! How could this happen to me?
I ate it plain with a spoon.
Half of her coffee was already gone. It wouldn't be too long before she was too wired to think about any one thing anymore. That's what she was aiming for wasn't it? Things seemed so stressful lately that the only thing she had to comfort her was the warm, smooth taste of the diner's best brew.
Suddenly everything had changed. Wasn't she just in the shower? Had she fallen and hit her head? What was happening?