Excerpt from Playful Thoughts
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As Molly disappeared into the back room I admired the architecture of the cabin. I wondered how much it had cost her or her family to build the quaint replica. The antique furnishings alone had to be worth a small fortune.
She returned momentarily with a glass pitcher of water and a petite bone china cup. Placing the cup on the table, she filled it with water, and this she handed to me.
“This is from my spring,” she said. “Remember the hospitality with which it is offered and you shall never thirst.”
“Thank you, Molly.” With an eager sip, I found the water wonderfully cold. There was a raw earthy quality to it that was like no water I’d ever tasted. And as I savored the last drop I felt refreshed to the very marrow.
I set the cup down and thanked her again. “You are awfully kind. If there’s anything I can do to repay the favor, just let me know.”
She stepped closer and touched my face. “I know how you will repay me.”
I felt her flesh radiate through the delicate fabric of her dress. She took my hands and pressed them to her breasts. With a nervous smile I gently cupped them. They were small but full, and under my caressing fingertips her nipples swelled into hard pebbles. She moaned softly, and touching my crotch, stroked the outline of my cock. This brought an instant surge of desire. I kissed her, finding her mouth sweeter than even the water she’d offered.
“Are we alone?” I asked.
“Oh, yes.”
Excerpted from Playful Thoughts ©2010 by Anya Howard
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She returned momentarily with a glass pitcher of water and a petite bone china cup. Placing the cup on the table, she filled it with water, and this she handed to me.
“This is from my spring,” she said. “Remember the hospitality with which it is offered and you shall never thirst.”
“Thank you, Molly.” With an eager sip, I found the water wonderfully cold. There was a raw earthy quality to it that was like no water I’d ever tasted. And as I savored the last drop I felt refreshed to the very marrow.
I set the cup down and thanked her again. “You are awfully kind. If there’s anything I can do to repay the favor, just let me know.”
She stepped closer and touched my face. “I know how you will repay me.”
I felt her flesh radiate through the delicate fabric of her dress. She took my hands and pressed them to her breasts. With a nervous smile I gently cupped them. They were small but full, and under my caressing fingertips her nipples swelled into hard pebbles. She moaned softly, and touching my crotch, stroked the outline of my cock. This brought an instant surge of desire. I kissed her, finding her mouth sweeter than even the water she’d offered.
“Are we alone?” I asked.
“Oh, yes.”
Excerpted from Playful Thoughts ©2010 by Anya Howard
Get Playful Thoughts in NOOK book a Barnes & Noble!
Purchase Playful Thoughts at Smashwords
