A reader, a sometime writer.
WORK IN PROGRESS (untitled)
*** The way he was laying under my husband I realized belatedly that he was not looking at me - his entire attention, the crux of his being, was now centered at the self-warming lube-streaked orifice playing host to my husband's penis. His eyes were they to pass over me would be unseeing. Of course they would, just look at how the two were utterly joined, pale buttocks cushioning my man's muscled thighs, the dark downy meet between my husband's thighs pressed as close as a suckling baby to a mother's loving breast, to the immaculate pearl of his lover's skin, pale barely-there short asshole hair glistening in coital secretions loving the base of my husband's cock. I watched my husband's hand steady his lower back, comforting but insistent that he remain exactly where he was, smothered in the glory of the father of my children. ***
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