A stranger arrives…

Hello. I’ve been told I would be good at erotic literature. I saw a photo of an absolutely perfect woman tonight on r/GWaustralia that inspired me. Here is what I wrote to the poster of said picture:

Imagine you’re on your bed, fallen back in your panties after a long hard day. A cool breeze ushers in through your window and catches on your sweat-laden skin. You are so tired, aching from work. Your hairs stand on end as the breeze kisses your skin, and you sink into the comfort of your bed, with your eyes closed.

You’re lonely, but don’t have time for men who stick around after sex and have expectations of more… But you’re too exhausted to pleasure yourself… And so you lay there, wishing for some kind of fantasy in which you are worshipped without obligation, without silly conversation.

As your eyes grow heavy and you near sleep, you feel the slightest whisper of hot breath on your bare thighs. You wonder if you’re in a half-dream state, surely nobody would be so cunning as to have let themselves into your apartment, unwelcomed. But you do welcome it, the taboo thought of a handsome stranger coming in to softly caress your body.