So sensuous that high bosom. Party-goers gone, panties gone, lifted skirt reveals pink moist readiness. Offering unknown pleasures. Cross the line? Marie’s honest, constant face shaded this lusty female fondling my readiness. “Long and hard. Just right.” Her whisper husky with sex. Her kiss so hungry.
But Marie’s loving smile.
Here lay promising soaked cleft. Too much drink lowered resistance, plus her lascivious demands, urging, tugging, “Come into me, and cum.” Drunken feminine snigger.
Marie’s loving haunting face.
“Bastard. You’ve gone soft.” Her hand slaps my sudden flaccidity.
Walking home, where my pregnant Marie waits, I’m pathetically proud, but penitent.
