Slowly she began to remove her clothing, starting with her shoes. He watched in silence as she slid them off. The soft pink hue that painted her skin ...nly seemed to make her more striking. She had told him before that there was much beauty in the art of submission and in that very moment he fully understood what she was talking about. Her fingers trembled as she fumbled to unbutton her jeans, hoping that he did not notice. Once unfastened, she slid them slowly down to reveal her ebony lace. It was her hair, I think; that ponytail that Juliette used all the time. Athena showed up wearing a ponytail on occasion; I never told her how I good I think she looked with it. I was afraid she might think that I had a kink for young girls. I don't. It's the memory of Juliette, and the remains of a mostly teenage love.Life is an accumulation of remains, until one day we finally disappear."I like to write after half a bottle of wine or so," I said."You write drunk?" Half a bottle of wine hardly. He had unzipped his pants!The last time she felt a penis was ten years back, she was grinding herself on his hard dick. Meanwhile, she felt his hands running down her belly to her thighs. His fingers grabbed the skirt-end at her knee, then quickly pulled it up.The skirt was too tight for her thick thighs and her huge ass. It didn’t budge from her ass cheeks. Mumtaz knew what to do. She slowly unhooked the skirt locked at her waist. It had loosened now, and he rolled it up at her waist.Mumtaz. LIke now, I want you. I want your intensity, your passion. Your rough, bad ass nature. I want to forget this world everything but you. More and more. I get so wet thinking about you, your smell, your body, the way you handle me, the way you touch me. I can picture you standing before me and for a small moment you smile. I step up to you, breathing you in and feeling the warmth of your skin. You kiss my neck, drawing my soul in and igniting the fire. Clothes fall off in a frenzy. Skin touching.