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Origami: Jasmine's Journey - an A.H. Scott erotic experience

Jasmine needed a special type of tutoring in her first year of study at Tokyo University.

A friend of hers, Kapaya, suggested she get a mentor instead.

His name was Teyoko.

In the house of Kishuriko, pleasure is paramount.

A.H. Scott unfolds, “Origami: Jasmine's Journey”.

Fantasy by design…..

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Published on November 02, 2012 15:32

!!JUST RELEASED!! - "ORIGAMI: JASMINE'S JOURNEY BY A.H. SCOTT

..I could only think about those clamps on her nipples. I whispered to Wan-Lu “Isn’t he going to remove those clamps? Won’t he give her mercy?”

“Mercy comes in many shapes and forms, my dear” Wan-Lu gave coy smile.

Soft ass had a gentle sway, as Morris ran hands around both posterior cheeks. Without a word, his light touch became heavier with a tightening grip.

“Sir….ooooh” Daisy tried to motion away from his fingers pressing against her ass.

Morris compressed and parted those cheeks a bit, as his favorite game of question and answer began “Whose ass is this, huh?”Growling further and pinpointing his command and control of her “Is it yours, slut?”

“Yours…” Knowing exactly how she should answer him, Daisy did not address him properly. And, she waited impatiently for a prompt correction.

“Daisy….Daisy…Daisy” He knew exactly what she was doing in replying to him that way “Spread your cheeks open for me” Giving her instructions “Use your spit to get that hole nice and ready for me, baby”

Holding small hands in front of mouth, Daisy spit globs of saliva into the palms of her hands and lubricated a hole that wasn’t made for a smooth ride.

Blonde strands of hair brushed around her shoulders, as Daisy expanded cheeks with both hands.

Wan-Lu and I watched, as she prepared to take his tool into her shed of salaciousness.

“Now, I’m going to ask you again” Morris motioned forward against her back “Whose ass is this?” Feeding cock into asshole, he used a slow amount of pressure.

Daisy sputtered “Yours…..sir”

“Good girl” Morris motioned head past blonde hair and kissed her cheek “Since we now know whose ass this is” Rolling tip of tongue along that cheek, he added “What should I do with my ass……hmmm?”

“Fuck it….hard” She gave a careless answer to him.

Morris didn’t appreciate her insolence and his cock made her ass pay “Hard?” Thrusting cock several times inside of asshole “You think I should fuck my asshole hard?”

Daisy howled “Sir…yes!!” Clasping back of that wooden chair, red painted fingernails motioned up and down “Your asshole needs to be fucked hard…..”

One word was missing from her lips.

And, I knew what it was.

But, more importantly than me knowing what she should have said; Morris knew.............

- END OF EXCERPT

Jasmine needed a special type of tutoring in her first year of study at Tokyo University.

A friend of hers, Kapaya, suggested she get a mentor instead.

His name was Teyoko.

A.H. Scott unfolds, “Origami: Jasmine's Journey”.

Fantasy by design…..

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Published on November 02, 2012 15:17

Thorn - a spooky n' spicy nibble by A.H. Scott

"Thorn"

Excerpt -

.....As they arrived inside the castle gates, he made an offer of an ancient tonic

Standing in the grand hall, Sandra gazed at a portrait upon the marble wall

Oil painting of a raven haired beauty with eyes of green captivated this guest

Sandra’s brown hair was twisted in a luscious bun

Thorne appeared with two goblets and asked, “Want some?”

Liquid of amber swirled inside of silver, as he passed a drink to his attractive visitor

She sipped slowly and felt the room begin to spin

All he could do was grin

Goblet met floor, as Sandra was supported by Thorne

Carrying her up the grand staircase, she listlessly sighed

Barely any liquid was needed to ply

Into his bed chamber she was quickly taken

Sandra’s satin dress with slit on one side, revealed a bare left thigh

It was removed by Thorne’s skilled hands

Aroma of fragrant candles awakened this maiden beyond the hour of midnight

Naked and confused, she didn’t know what to do

She sat up and saw a sight that caused a pant

Thorne stood at the foot of the bed

He wore arousal and nothing else

Thorne set his sights on Sandra right then

Sandra was under a spell she had little control over

His hand reached out and she placed hers in it

Eyes locked in a waltz of wonder............

- End Of Excerpt
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Published on November 02, 2012 11:37

4 Play Or Foreplay: Four Angles Of Lust

A.H. Scott's Amazon Exclusives

"Ursula Unwrapped" - Ursula needed a raise. Denise needed satisfaction. Both got what they came for - IN MORE WAYS THAN ONE. A.H. Scott exposes varied skills of negotiation in "Ursula Unwrapped".
Excerpt -

Denise was only a lady during the hours of business. Yet, after hours she was a mistress of mayhem on men and women. And, at this moment of late night, it was Ursula's turn on the wheel of pleasing Denise.

Fingernails dug into Ursula’s gyrating thighs, as Denise held her open for after hours dining.

"Get on your knees and eat me out. If you get me off, Ursula, you'll be getting that raise. But, if I don't get off, you won't get your raise" Denise licked her lips and sat on the edge of the desk, while Ursula got on her knees and ate her out.

Denise held Ursula’s mouth directly at her pussy, almost as if she didn’t want this woman to breathe anything but a hot snatch. And, Ursula inhaled Denise in silence for several moments, until hands released stationary head.

“Now, do me good….. My pussy needs only the best” Denise licked lips and waited for Ursula to promptly continue, “Are you worthy of such a luscious hole?”

Ursula was a woman on a mission. Not just to get Denise off. She was going to get that raise, too.
Ursula Unwrapped
"Sudsy" - Sunny gets a surprise from a rubber duck and Chuck in "Sudsy". A.H. Scott advises you watch out for the bubbles...
Excerpt -

Key into lock, I'm waiting for him to come into the bathroom and find his sexy mermaid waiting with warmth and moisture engulfing my body and soul.

The door opens and he's standing there with a bottle of Champagne in one hand. But, in the other, he's got a rubber duck. Oh, rubber duckie, I couldn't have a bath without you....

QUACK, QUACK...

He placed the bottle down onto the edge of the tub. I was about to rise up and greet him. But, he had other ideas. Holding that yellow duck in between both hands, he twisted the orange beak. Oh, he was in a quite playful mood. Whirring sound of that beak swirling round and round caught my attention. Smiling at me, he tossed it into the tub. Almost like it had it's own radar for my sensitive parts; the duckie made a b-line straight between my thighs. I guess it must have been a lonely quacker. My thighs caught the beak before it burrowed betwixt strands of blond down below.

I looked up at him and whispered, "Do you think I'm that easy to please?" As he licked his lips, there was only one word from this man's lips, "No". Aaah, he did know me too well. I laid back into the tub and spread my thighs for him to see where the duckie would go when I released it. And, wouldn't ya' know it - duckie went down. As for my man, well, he knelt at the side of the tub and ran his hand through the rose petals...........

Sudsy

"Catalina's Commotion" - Catalina used transportation to her benefit. Public sex with men was the best part of it. Catalina takes a ride.
Excerpt -

A man's hand between my thighs is so nice. The power of his fingers and strong hand take charge of anything that's in his grasp.

You take charge of my pubic hair and twist the patch that covers my pussy lips. As for my other lips, my pink lipstick is the ultimate facade for the coy smile I start to have, as you work your fingers in and out of me.

When that train starts to pivot to the left and right, as it goes down the tracks through the tunnel, my pussy is moving in unison with your hand.

I know you can feel my pussy starting to drip and you smile down at me.

I'm standing there using that silver pole to give myself a bit of balance, while you are making me come..

..STOP!!

The train comes to a complete standstill and the lights go out for a short period of time.

It's time enough for you to remove your hand after completing this carnal task upon this seemingly sexy stranger and even lick your fingers from those droplets of a dripping pussy.
Catalina's Commotion

"Hot Butter, Hot Hands, Hot Cakes" - Hannah's got a surprise for her honey. It's a naughty tale of hotcakes, that's sexy and funny. Syrup and butter are a sticky requirement. A.H. Scott is servin' it up steamin' in "Hot Butter, Hot Hands, Hot Cakes". Lick your lips and get ready for a good readin'.....
Excerpt -

Hannah's buns were bare in the latex apron she was wearing.

She shifted hips from side to side.

Giving Oliver the idea of what he wanted to ride.

Turning around, Hannah smiled at him.

"Happy Birthday, Ollie!"

Skillet off the burner and spatula placed on counter, Hannah knew that her husband wanted to hump her.

Wrapping her arms around the man she loved, their bodies embraced like hand in glove.

"What a nice surprise for my nose and my eyes" , kissing her bare shoulder, Oliver laughed.

Hannah pressed both hands against Oliver's pajama top and whispered, "Honey, you ain't seen nothing yet".

She wiggled from Oliver's grasp and walked over towards the stove.

Yet, it wasn't food Ollie was hungry for.

He wanted to explore Hannah's treasure trove.

"You go on back upstairs for the rest of your surprise, my darling" ,Hannah wiggled her bare buns to give him a preview of coming attractions.

Oliver licked his lips and knew what was coming soon.

But, he was a birthday boy whose wife knew how to truly make him drool.

Upstairs he went and sat in bed waiting for Hannah to join him.

Five to ten minutes whistled by and when Oliver saw Hannah with tray in hand he knew he was a lucky guy.

Pink high heels and latex apron on Hannah, made her look like a SnowBall from childhood he remembered.....
Hot Butter, Hot Hands, Hot Cakes

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Published on November 02, 2012 11:00

AUTHOR A.H. SCOTT GUEST BLOGS AT TONI V. SWEENEY

GUEST BLOG AT TONI V. SWEENEY -
GOOD GUYS DON'T ALWAYS WEAR WHITE

Author A.H. Scott is guest blogging for Friday, November 2, 2012 at Toni V. Sweeney's blog.

The myths of what makes a hero is the subject I've decided to set in my target sights. It's titled, "A White Hat Ain't Gonna Get The Job Done".

Crossroads of hero & coward are taken up on the blog.

Fellow author Toni V. Sweeney has cordially invited one and all to leave a comment on this guest blog posting. A.H. Scott Guest Blog - Toni V. Sweeney

Please stop by and enjoy an interesting read. Thanks..
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Published on November 02, 2012 09:57

WHISPER - A Poem By A.H. Scott

Whisper

Whisper

Whisper as you come into the darkened room

Whisper to me as my skin glistens by the light of the moon

Whisper with a chuckle that gets my attention

Whisper things that only a lover would mention

Whisper words wild

Whisper words mild

Whisper words that show off your style

Whisper with light touches of air from your lips to my ear

Whisper to the one you always call dear

Whisper to the one you've never caused a tear

Whisper words of assurance of good times to flow

Whisper in a virile tone that's so low

Whisper with hands moving along my soft curves

Whisper with fingers probing the depths of my soul

Whisper like a man that's got a hell of a lot of nerve

Whisper with strength that never needs to be growled

Whisper with nibbles on my tingling earlobes

Whisper something profane

Whisper naughty words that are twisted with my name

Whisper deep sighs, as tingles mingle between my thighs

Whisper in tongues global

Whisper in a game of seduction that isn't local

Whisper with wisdom which brings a smile to my face

Whisper with adolescent charm which vanishes lingerie of lace

Whisper words of admiration for a woman that's aged right

Whisper words of pleasure to me on any lovely night

Whisper in a humble hum

Whisper without qualms of how I may truly see you

Whisper with knowledge that I adore you through and through

Whisper words that descend my laughter to a fallen hush

Whisper words that I never hear much

Whisper words that make my senses curl

Whisper words that make my inhibitions unfurl

Whisper that you know I'm a woman and not a girl

Whisper to remind

Whisper to unwind

Whisper between contact and context of flesh and mind

Whisper words that are ever so kind

Whisper that line of tenderness that thrills my spine

Whisper in response to me as I gently touch your chest

Whisper with sweat on your top lip

Whisper as my legs lock around your back

Whisper with desire as you plow a plush field

Whisper a bit louder as we both know there's no turning back

Whisper together we do, as our bodies crest in joy's view

Whisper in exhaustion as I lay beside you

Whisper of a harvest that we share in the afterglow

Whisper to me.....anything that will set your heart free

Whisper for you

Whisper for me

Whisper your secrets

And, forever your secrets will be.........

- A.H. Scott

9/11/12

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Published on September 11, 2012 15:14

WHEN NOT LOOKING....LOVE FINDS YOU - "IN SOPHIA'S EYES" BY A.H. SCOTT

!!FREE EBOOK!! Sophia’s body was cherished by Dale. Large, rough hands could have been an irritation to such soft skin. Yet, Sophia enjoyed Dale’s firm touch.

Dale sat in black pants, as legs parted for Sophia to stand between. “Damn, baby. You make it all worth it, Sophia”.

Sophia’s breasts rested inside of a cupped portion of teddy, as she pulled the small satin ribbon to free them for Dale’s titillation, “I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you, Dale”.

Placing hands on Sophia’s belly, each skillful finger worked upward to her breasts and parted the lace garment. Dale’s thumb and index fingers squeezed each nipple, as a smile came to a beaming face, “You are special, Sophia. No one knows me like you do”.

“I know” Sophia’s hands softly ran against either cheek, “Like this”, Strawberry scented lips motioned downward to left cheek with a pair of kisses, “And, it’s only beginning” Right cheek wasn’t kissed, but tongue tip tapped against it lightly, “Make love to me, Dale”.

Dale was respectful of her and always longed for those four words from Sophia’s lips.

Making love to her would make the outside world wash away until the next workday for Dale. Sophia was an antidote for chaos in Dale’s mind. Soft and sweet smelling, there was a hint of happiness in every smile and swerve of Sophia’s being.

A request to take the journey into ecstasy’s pond, turned to be what touched Dale’s heart most when being with Sophia. She was the only woman that cracked the armor of this wounded soul.

Holding Sophia’s left hand, Dale kissed it like a royal romantic and stood up. Looking down at this woman who was so inviting of joy and pleasure, Dale whispered, “Without haste, my love”.

Sophia draped perfumed arms around Dale’s neck, as those hands ran up and down her back.

Dale hummed their song once more and Sophia rested her head against firm chest. As she felt Dale’s heart beating with fire, Sophia ran her hands against the belt buckle and crotch area on those black pants.

She could tell how aroused Dale was at that moment. That simple twitch of tight fabric was the sign Sophia treasured in being Dale’s lady.

Painted nails unbuckled and unzipped those black pants, as she got on her knees for Dale.

Attentive and loving, Sophia’s mouth met Dale’s flesh with loving care. Dale’s dark eyes gazed down at her, as blue eyes became locked upward in a dance of lust.

Dale felt that grand expansion, as a moan flowed forth, “Sophia….”...

- end of excerpt

In Sophia’s eyes, Dale was the love of her life. Sophia always had a penchant for bad boys. And, Dale fit that mold of the rebel to it’s fullest. Motorcycle, leather jacket and muscles were Dale’s calling card of seducing sexy Sophia.

Sophia was bubbly and bright. Dale was a bit darker in character. Many saw them as two opposite to be attracted to one another. Yet, as they say – opposites attract.

A.H. Scott shows you love “In Sophia’s Eyes”.

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Published on August 17, 2012 09:58

DEBTS, DECEIT & DESIRE - "OVER MY HEAD" BY A.H. SCOTT

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Snaking himself behind her, Nick Bell whispered into Angie Chase's ear, "Your husband is one unlucky son of a bitch", bringing Larry's name into the mix, "What makes you think he's going to pay back that amount", knowing that kind of money was far from that accountant's grasp, he focused on the heiress of the Carter Manufacturing fortune, "Without his wifey's help?"

"Help? You call this help?", seeing nothing positive in that description of what Bell was implying in hearing about a sexual encounter happening between them.

"Look at it, Angie", Bell smiled at her, "You are his ace in the hole", seeing just how determined this wife was to her husband's cause, while adding, "And, he doesn't even know it yet".

Turning doorknob without wishing to stay in that location with Bell any longer, Chase became resolute in her actions, "I'm leaving".

"Not yet", situated behind her, Nicholas held door closed with hand on it, "I have something to tell you".

"Let me out of here", Angela's hand twisted the knob, looking for exit from Nick's office in the Eight Ball.

"Listen to me, Angela", his voice fell to a tone of gentle coaxing, "If you walk out of that door", licking tongue against teeth in a loud flicker, "Then your husband will have to pay up", calmly laying out the consequences of leaving his office without thinking over an offer, "Sooner, rather than later", motioning hand away from that door in a quick movement, Nick wouldn't be keeping her any longer, if she wished to go right then.

Longing for this conversation to get back on the track of repaying a debt and not what Bell wished it to become in future moments, Angela uttered, "Nick, the money can be in your hands under 48 hours".

Nick turned his back to Angela and walked back to his desk without pressuring her, "Oh, don't I know it", resting himself on that desk edge, Bell played coy, "Angela, daddy's money won't satisfy me", taking in a deep whiff of light fragrance in that once stale office air, she was in his sights, "But, you can".

Slowly facing him, Angela tried to use a little charm of her own, "Nick, I'm begging you", attempting to reject this unpleasant request, "Don't do this".

"Do what, huh?", slyly snickering, Nick feigned ignorance over her objections, "I'm giving you a compromise", placing that reality of a spouse's debt into the open, "Your flesh for Larry's".

Lawrence Chase may have been imperfect. But, what Nicholas Bell was suggesting Angela Carter Chase do to pay off that debt, became an alien insurrection of internal conflicts, "I can't do this to my husband".

Looking at Angela, it was obvious that this young wife had no idea of how reckless her husband had actually been in gambling, "Do you honestly think Larry gives a damn about how this would affect your marriage", releasing a laugh from those lips to her, "He kept coming back for more and more", eyes of a churning sea started to squint at this brown haired heiress, while putting an offer of desire in focus, "Even when he knew he had the losing hands".

"He just had a bad streak, that's all", always trying to paper over the stench of Larry's mistakes, Angie stood up for the man who had her hand and heart.

Nick folded arms, as he sat on that desk edge, "How many times has dear Lawrence needed you to come to bail him out, huh?" understanding the benefits that Chase had in marrying Arthur Carter's little girl and all of the access to accounts that came with it.

Armor of protecting marital status and parental ties to her, Angela Carter Chase took umbrage, "That's none of your business".

"You know something", Nick nodded in agreement to Angie's utterance, "You're right. It is none of my business what you did in the past with your husband and his debts", upright and walking to face her, he rubbed thumb and index finger of right hand together, "But, this 250 is the here and now", slight irritation over this woman's reaction began taking a toll, as he proceeded, "And, I'm going to collect", blue eyes imagining how good it would be to be with her, he gazed Angela up and down....

- END OF EXCERPT

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OVER MY HEAD DESCRIPTION

Debt leads to desire. Desire leads to danger. Danger leads to a dormant disguise. Disguises dissolve and devotion's claw rips through society's satiny facade.

Lies and secrets are like molecules of fat. They always rise to the surface.

Lawrence Chase owed a debt. His wife, Angela, decides to take a gamble of her own, which leads to places that unseen consequences roam. What begins as a bargain of assisting a spouse with a problem, takes a woman down a rocky road of self reflection, desire and unraveling a secret from the past.

Looking at a portrait of a man and wife, the fractures of a marriage aren't easily seen. Smile and supportive caress hide the barren wasteland of a relationship. Desire can take us to places that the heart can never capture. A simple hand out to a stranger can be all that a lonely person could ever need. Even if it came from an unexpected source.

Man of varied lies and devilish alibis has snaked his way into the lives of this couple. Before either knows it, they are submerged in something beyond their control. For what was a frivolous flirtation, became a shower of a heart's hidden obsession onto a floor of doom's dance.

Sexy brunette with a pouting sense of privilege, Angela Carter Chase is the spoiled daughter of tycoon, Arthur Carter. Yet, daddy's dimes couldn't protect her from what she'd become immersed in.

It leads her to a culminating moment of wondering to stay afloat in a marriage's rickety vessel of distress or forever going "Over My Head".

Singular event on a sexually charged night with Angela Chase at it's core, turns from a bubblegum pop song of simplicity into a Wagnerian symphony of doom within the pages of "Over My Head".

A wife. A husband. A lover.

Sex. Money. Power. Lies. Obsession. Murder.

No one gets out of this life without paying a price.

Devotion came in a single kiss.

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Published on July 20, 2012 12:00

THE QUOTABLE A.H. SCOTT - JULY 11, 2012

THE QUOTABLE A.H. SCOTT

"If you look in the mirror and see a stranger standing before you, then you know it's time to change your trajectory in life. If you look in the mirror and see an old friend, then you know your soul is home again. Mirrors can be a snapshot in time. But, also an ever evolving and revolving reflector of mind, body and soul. Some moments sparkle with light. Some moments diffuse in contrast shadow. Yet, the mirror doesn't lie in the corner of your eye." - A.H. Scott

"A classic is a classic, no matter who may turn their noses up to it. A person who doesn't open their mind to something on the edge of stark realism in any form, will never absorb an expanding horizon." - A.H. Scott

"Deepest recesses of the human soul are darkest before the crimson flag of eternity" - A.H. Scott 6/16/12

"The day that Liberals/Progressives/Democrats/TheLeft stop being sprinters; maybe they will catch up with the Conservatives/TheRight/Republicans, who are running a marathon. Short distance is as far as the tip of your nose. Long distance is a memory, which gets a person to see decades down the road. Now, that's what those who sprint should learn and ALWAYS remember." - A.H. Scott 6/24/12

"Walls can't contain the human spirit. Some people are imprisoned with impoverished souls. While others find tranquility in the solitude of the smallest of spaces. It doesn't matter where you may lay your head at night, if your mind is adrift in the dark abyss. Three hots and a cot can be more priceless than the gilded ransom of a king. Behind the wall, there is wisdom of life's purest form. Some who have been on the inside are smarter than many of us on the outside." - A.H. Scott

"Not everybody in the world will love you. But, if at least one person likes you; then you don't have to convince anyone else of your worth. You know you are a good person inside. And, besides, if everyone you meet will love you; that concept of affection will be so watered down that you won't know champagne from cherry Kool-Aid." - A. H. Scott

"Backwoods doesn't mean backwards. Gotham doesn't mean gifted. Wisdom is beyond location." - A.H. Scott

"It's not where your feet land that matters most. It's where your head is, when it's time to find your way out of the wilderness. From the greenest grass to the grayest concrete, your path is what you make of it." - A.H. Scott

....YOUR PATH IS YOUR OWN...

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Published on July 11, 2012 07:22

see love clearly.... - "IN SOPHIA'S EYES" BY A.H. SCOTT

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Running the water and giving a few squirts of lemon dish liquid all over the plates and utensils, Sophia felt Dale’s chin against her soft neck, “Dale, you know that tickles”.

Dale laughed, “I know. That’s why you enjoy it so much, Sophia”.

Playfully, she used her shoulder to push Dale away and continue washing those dishes. Backing away from her, Dale just rested against the kitchen counter, folded arms and watched this lovely vision with Pink Rose perfume on silky skin.

Sophia and Dale bantered back and forth, as the final plate positioned in a dryer on top of the kitchen counter. She smiled, “All done. Now, I’m all yours”.

They kissed tenderly.

Sophia rubbed Dale’s back and gently made a request, “Darling, you go into the bedroom, while I turn off the lights out here and get ready for you in my own special way”.

Without a second beat, Dale was off into their bedroom.

Lights in the living room and kitchen were turned off and Sophia made her way towards the bedroom.

Standing in the doorway, she smiled at the sight of Dale relaxing on the turned down bed, waiting for her entrance.

“Dale?” She walked towards her lover with a seductive smirk on that lovely face, as Sophia made sure Dale’s attention was hers alone.

Dale sat up on the bed and motioned prone body towards the edge of that structure.

Being much taller than her, Dale’s feet didn’t dangle over the bed’s edge. They were planted firmly on the blue carpeted floor.

Sophia’s body was cherished by Dale. Large, rough hands could have been an irritation to such soft skin. Yet, Sophia enjoyed Dale’s firm touch.