Marlena smiled as she slowly and quietly tighten the knot in the scarf. Leaning over she kissed John’s lips softly, while gently raking her nails over his chest. Letting her hand travel down his stomach she watched his muscles tighten from her touch. He slowly began to wake, Marlena sat back to watch him. She …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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