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{ 2012 12 28 }

Long Distance

“Is the water warm?” he asked, pulling me out of my dreams of the wonders that could be worked in four days.

“Uh-huh.”

“Good. Do you have that big, fluffy sponge? That yellow one?” He knew I did, and didn’t wait for an answer. “Press it to your throat, baby. Squeeze it and let the water run down. Do it like you would if I were watching you.”

I did as he told me to do. The water slid down my chest in a sheet, then in trickles as the sponge emptied. I arched my back and the water swirled around my body.

“I’ll bet your hair is pulled up, but some of those curls are free, aren’t they? And they are wet, and curling around your neck and your face, just the way I like to see it?”

I grinned. “Yes.”

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Posted by karenj on Friday, December 28, 2012, at 9:42 am. Filed under Fiction. Tagged . Follow any responses to this post with its comments RSS feed. Both comments and trackbacks are currently closed.