Minxi

(story continues from The Visit) Part Two He leaned into her again and kissed her gentle lips, this time she was able to reciprocate and did so with fervor, he pulled away and heard her sigh. He wasn’t sure whether it was with disappointment or passion, or maybe both. He reluctantly unfastened the clip holding her wrists together and directed her to the upstairs bathroom. She collected her bag from him and headed off, not without glancing at him as she ascended the stairs. She saw with some glee that he was smiling happily and he even cast her a sly wink. ...

Part One The girl would never forget that day, the day when she experienced so much intensity at one time that her body felt like it would never stop quivering. How could anything ever be the same again? Every new experience left her questioning herself, it left her pondering if she had been dreaming, she surely couldn’t have witnessed her own body respond in such a way that was unfamiliar to her. Even now she smiled to herself, remembering that day with such fondness, but looking forward to the next even more, she was addicted, it was addictive, and she was captivated by him. He had done things to her that she could only conjure up in her furtive imagination that invaded her dreams at night as she lay between the cotton sheets, the ones that caressed her body not unlike the softness of his hands as they ran over every dip and curve of her vivacious body, the ones that had left their imprint on her soul so deeply. ...