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STORY/DRABBLE: Watching Her

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He liked watching her. He always had, and always would. He’d been watching her much longer than she’d known that he existed… she knew him now, and that’s all that mattered. She knew him better than he’d ever expected. It was scary how he would look at her and before he’d even finish thinking his dirtiest thoughts, she was already going for it.

From his angle, she looked so perfect, straddling his hips, her head thrown back, lips slightly parted, and eyes shut in ecstasy. His hands rested on that soft slope between her hips and her waist. She jiggled just a bit with every movement, and it made him smile. He couldn’t figure out what was so perfect about those moments – the ones between the beginning and the end. She looked down at him, her hands going everywhere, calling on every nerve ending she could activate; it was almost over now. The rhythm picked up.

He watched as the moment over took her and she collapsed from the beauty of it. She would be worn out now. He held her close. She closed her eyes as she curled up next him and he just lay there, watching her sleep.
-Fin-


I'm toying with the idea of expanding it, but that's all there is for now.

"Watching Her" Copyright Oct2005, Ruth C.
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