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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

This is a Micro-Fiction.

All at home went out and I was left alone with a maid. She is a raven sexual beauty and she was sweeping the floor. I could lavishly see her swollen breasts, her amorous hips and her nectar ass from the nighty she wore. I became filled with passion and I wanted to fuck her but I was too shy to ask her.

These days I don’t have the pleasure of the bed as my partner is cold and indifferent to me. I ache for the nectar of sweet sensual poetry. I long for the forest of amorousness. I long for the poetry of the bed. Yes, I want to share the poetry of sweet kisses. I want to taste the nectar of her flowery garden. I want to tongue the ecstasy of her lyrical orifices. I want to meditate on her body with loving passion.  I want to penetrate her sensual orifices and I want to experience the catharsis of orgasm.


Submitted: November 16, 2021

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