Erotic, Poetry, Erotic Desires, Sex, Sexuality.
shoulders. “It’s not a crime.” Hunter looked around. “Mary?” “Right here, love.” Mary rested her hands on her hips, wearing nothing. “If we do this…” “Clothes off, buddy.” Mary gave him a tight-lipped stare. Hunter removed his shirt and shook off his jeans. “There’s a hole in your — ” “Shut up,”