EROS2

She tapped on the door twice, and turned the knob knowing it would be open and knowing the room would be empty. she had always wondered why he instructed her to knock knowing the room would be empty. it didn't make sense, but she always knocked. stepping into the room, she noted the portrait hanging above the bed. lovers striking a particularly erotic pose. she would have loved to ask him where he got these paintings. she would have loved to ask him so many things, but talking is not allowed. she knew better than to defy the man.

AKPAN

Akpan folded the clothes, murmuring to himself. Sweat dripped down his chest, and brows. He looked at the clock and realized he was running late for going to the market to cook. He looked towards the door, when a shadow fell across the entrance. It was Diana, aka small madam. She had on one of those sinfully short shorts that showed her pert butt, and a crop top that showed her navel. Her pierced navel. Akpan groaned inwardly…. Such temptation.

FUCK ME

She's obscene and wild,

Eros

She shivered, felt it coming, clenched her thighs and took a deep breath. Staring at the picture on the screen of her laptop “damn bastard” she thought. The phallus looked larger than life. The phallus is larger than life. She knew it like the back of her palms. She closed her eyes, she could trace the ridges on its thick length, feel the glans slide into her mouth.

Her phone beeped, a message. She stared at the bleeping device, dreading yet yearning what she knew was inevitable. Then she snatched it resignedly. Took another deep breath and read the text. An address, unknown as usual and a date. She closed her eyes and remembered her bump into lust.