Her velvet lips, her supple neck, and her firm luscious breasts. I tried to read my book, but this time I couldn’t pry my eyes from her. As I sat down she stood up, lighting several candles around the room. She sat the book between the two off us. I put my hand on the spine of the book, and she laid her hand atop mine. With her forefinger and middle finger she stroked the backside of my hand. “Yea, I think he’s probably my favorite, and in my opinion the best.” she said matter-of-factly. Soon though, she was putting pressure on her hands. I was reading “The Fall of the House of Usher” for about the 500th time when i noticed her peering at me from over the top of her book, “Dreams of Terror and Death”, from across the room.
