Under the Moon

by

Helen Hardt

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Copyright © 2008 Helen Hardt

From the heavy shadows of the dense evergreen woods, Julian watched the young woman impale herself on the thick pink phallus. Veiled in the light of the full moon, her skin glowed like fiery opals. Her rosy breasts, full and swollen, bounced as her movements became more rapid.

Beautiful. Her mahogany hair fell in waves around her milky white shoulders, her body covered in a silky sheen of moisture. Her emerald eyes pierced the darkness. God, yes. Absolutely beautiful.

Her crimson lips parted, and, “Ah!” Her voice, but a seductive whisper, carried across the night air to Julian’s ears. The blood flowed through her veins in a heady whoosh. He silently thanked God for his acute senses of sight and hearing. (more…)