Guest Blog: Erotica: a Man's POV by Christian Jensen

She was standing at the window, watching the wind rustle through the dead branches. Dark eyes scanned out through the dirty pane, her mind lost in thought. She didn't feel him standing behind her until a lock of stray auburn was moved off her shoulder. Then the moist heat of his breath was on her neck, the tender softness of his lips on her skin as he kissed. One strong hand slipped underneath her shirt and found the warm mound of her breast, the coolness of his skin making the nipple stand...