Disembarking the Guilt Train
She teasingly dangled her bra before him. He was lost in thoughts.
She then flung her moist thong at him.
He closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of her juices.
His lust for her was slowly crushing all guilt pangs.
Pulling her by the leg, he bit her thigh.
She let out a pleasure moan.
When I wrote the last post, I too felt that it left wanting for more. There was no ending, per se. But with the self-imposed 55 word limit I couldn’t do much. This sequel carries the story forward. I even took the liberty of changing the last post’s title from the earlier – The Guilt Train. I seldom contemplate on writing short stories. That way, the word limit would be relaxed. Someday, maybe!