Young lovers kiss each other in the darkness of a sultry night. Their bodies laced together and covered with a sheen of sweat. Breathless from loving with wild abandon. Philippe reaches for Erec’s hand, brings it to his lips and kisses it tenderly. Lips meet and their bodies press more closely to each other. Continuing their lovemaking on a bed made only with a satin sheet. A fan blows humid air over them and they shiver with delight.
Standing at his post, Philippe tries desperately to suppress the smile that crosses his lips while remembering the details of last night.
100 words/Genre: Romance
Thank you Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for hosting Friday Fictioneers. Please be sure to go to her page and read the stories from other writers. We are a rather eclectic group. I welcome kudos and criticism. Bring it on!
Have a great weekend.