|a drabble in the rain
||[Oct. 14th, 2006|11:37 pm]
Bedtime Stories - Stories of Charlie & His Angels
It was a dark and stormy night.|
It was slow going.
Why did I get in my car in the middle of the night?
I know he’ll be waiting.
He wants me.
In the rain, on my knees, aching while I beg for his touch.
Rain comes down in sheets, the headlights afford little illumination. Lightning brightens the sky and the thunder rumbles through my body.
In the steamy car, the sweat pools between my breasts, trailing down to anticipation.
It’s killing me.
Pulling into the drive, he is standing there.
Lightning flashes, I see his auburn hair.
He is wet, waiting.