Cleanfun923 38F
26 posts
5/25/2006 1:42 am

Last Read:
1/19/2007 4:40 am


Pitch black after the storm. She can hear the hustle and bustle of the midnight oil being burned on the freeway. People going to and fro trying to get there on time. It's 3:30am...and she slips off her cloths and goes out side. The fresh smell of the rain clings to her...while the breeze dances around her neck and her exposed breasts. She wiggles her toes in the wet grass and looks up at the cloudy sky. Raising her hands she offers herself to the spring time rain...to the spring time gods. She dances...she moves in the middle of the night with not a care in the world...nor a soul around her but those moving to and from their lives....driving...going forward.

JaceTemplar 35M

5/25/2006 10:08 pm

Awesome, Sounds like a lot of fun I love reading these.

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