Posted on July 30, 2011 by A.H. Scott
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STAIRS
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Going up
Going down
Stairs are there as we all move around
Tanned legs in high heels rise upward
Warm mouth tastes the thighs of her temptation
Stairwells have an isolating quality to them
Tanya found out with surprising results
In her apartment building in NYC
She exited the elevator with Arthur and they went into the stairwell
Manicured hands upon chipped paint on the red staircase held on tightly
Pink skirt hiked above hips and red lipstick on those luscious lips sighed
Arthur grunted with every motion inside of Tanya
She knew it was naughty and didn’t care
Even if the old prudes in the building decided to enter the stairwell and stare
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Being banged in a semi-private place was so much of a thrill
Their bodies writhed and Arthur continued to drill
Crumpled as each came to their conclusion
Tanya and Arthur rested against the carpeted stairs beneath them
A few moments passed and she adjusted her skirt and blue shirt
For him, he buttoned up his shirt and zipped his trousers
Sounds of a dog-walker coming up the stairs with their furry clients came about
The naughty pair exited the stairwell and went to their apartment
They could have done the same thing at home
But, sometimes it’s oh so nice to let your raunchy side roam…
About The Author: Draped in freedom’s spirit, A.H. Scott is a sizzling scribe of unveiling sensuality. Residing in the Northeastern United States, this writer is armed with pouting pen of passion and pulsating digits pounding against keyboard. Between this lady’s manicured fingers, a snaggy stylus lacerates parchment and masticates digits against a misting keyboard towards a just climax literary longing. She’s a new voice and vision of fiction. who has been writing short stories and poetry ever since childhood.





admin
July 30th, 2011 at 21:01
Suzaan Talib: “i like her face <3″
admin
July 30th, 2011 at 21:02
A.H. “Tony, you definitely know how to work that lens, sir..Delicious..;)