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A micro story

His smell was vivid in her mind, triggered by the fresh load of washing she hung on the clothes line and her clean hair that blew in the wind. With each inhale came a prudish heartbeat, an evanescent anamnesis of a time and place where the scent of him had brought her beyond the edge of reason. She was greedy for the lustful kisses that tantalised every inch of her body, the sheer thought kindling a sensory awakening like flames licking at bare skin. The pleasure of the moment did little to sate her until the next caress.

Reviews

[Dave Ellis]

Hi :)
This was very nice, any more samples available? There are some listed in the sidebar but they all seem marked "unpublished".
Would be interesting to read more!
And thanks for sharing this one, I like the sentences :)
David

[LaraJane]

Hi David, I have published the others.. eek! Thanks for the review :)