The Prelude to a Long Night

Album NO.567

Description

The prelude doesn't begin with your touch; it begins with hers. Her hand rests on her thigh, and that's when you make your move. Your invisible hand covers hers, continuing and possessing that touch. Then, your second hand glides down to her round ass, tightly embraced by the nightgown. You grip it, turning her stillness into a silent surrender. The hunger for scent explodes. You bury your face in the silk, inhaling the scent of this very prelude: pure silk and warm flesh. The prelude is over. Now the symphony begins. You release your hardness, pressing it directly against that silken altar. You begin to grind. The slick, cool smoothness of the silk, combined with her heat beneath, creates a perfect simulation of the most forbidden pleasure. You thrust faster, turning the rustle of silk into her own moan, and explode, leaving the first wet note of a long night on that prelude.