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Formerly, this was a challenge to make a word itself, one that wouldn't normally be thought of as "dirty" become something 'dirty." I have decided to change up the rules a little bit. Instead of posting a word and making it "dirty", I am going with a simple prompt, and you can use that for a theme for your piece. This is an adult content blog and if you are offended by such writings, or if you are under 18, you must leave. There are no restrictions on size, although we do encourage brevity. You may post the entry here, or put a permalink up to your own blog. Content must not be illegal. This is just meant to be good fun. Any post I feel oversteps the boundries will be deleted. There is a list of links to past prompts, and you are free to write on any prompt as the whim hits you.
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She came up behind him and encircled her arms around his towel-wrapped waist. She loved breathing in he clean, freshly showered scent. She stared over his shoulder at their reflections in the mirror.
"I take it that you don't want me to shave?", he asked.
Her arms tightened around him in response. Strands of his still damp, touseled hair brushed against her face as he turned to kiss her. Their kiss deepened, as she willingly opened her mouth to him. He turned her in his arms, pressing her back against the bathroom sink. Her hands toyed with the towel at his waist, until it was soon a puddle at his feet. There was no disguising the response of his male body beneath it. Her fingers reached out, stroking the rail of dark hair beneath his belly button and downward until her fingers encircled him. Hefting, stroking, teasing. She smiled at the response she was receiving.
He growled an unintelliglble warning. "You're just asking for it this morning, aren't you?"
He lifted her up and set her on the edge of the sink. He pushed up her nightshirt and peeled off her already damp panties, dropping them on the floor beside the towel. His hands grasped her hips, steading her as he entered her with one sure thrust.
She gasped at the incredible feeling of fullness. He rode her hard and fast, banging her against the sink. It was all that she could do to hold on, her legs wrapped around his slender waist. Her hands clutching his shoulders. Both knew that it wouldn't last much longer as they climaxed almost simutaneously.
He was breathing hard, trying to get himself under control. He rested his chin against the top op her head. She kept her legs wrapped around him, moving her hands over the sweat glistened skin of his back. When he could at last speak without gasping, he stated the obvious. "I need another shower now. In fact, I think that we're both in need of a shower." He untwined her legs from him, ulled them apat and lefted her down, settling her on her feet while he pulled off her nightshirt and dropped it to the floor. He grabbed her hand and dragged her into the shower with him, knowing that another bout would undoubtedly follow in there.
Tom Hanson sighed. He as going to be late to work again this week. And he would have to go in unshaven again, too. Everyone was beginning to wonder about this new scruffy, unshaven look of his. Was it a new undercover look? Let them wonder was his last cohearant thought as her soapy hands moved across his chest.
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