an evening stormA Story by alan khanvery short
the weather outside raged. the rain deafened the sounds of the bed but not the sounds of our breath. i tore her apart. gripping and digging my fingers into her waist, i ran her into me harder with each thrust, her hair a feathery mess against my face. the yells and and cries for more made the storm outside seem a mere pitter patter. after all is finished, surrounded by the terror of what we created we held each others body close. our panting and sweat stained skin, held us together like glue.
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