The Storm

The rain is pounding on the tin roof of his small cabin in the woods. It is making a rythmn that is so intoxicating and relaxing that the sexual energy permeates the air. He can feel the storm brewing deep inside him as it grows stronger outside. He moves the silk curtains to peer out the window as the lightening flashes and lights up the night sky. He sees standing in front of him a silhouette of a woman in the shadows. He opens the door and steps out on is wooden porch. There she stood in front of him, soaking wet to the bone. Her silken blonde hair plastered to her shoulders in wetness. On her small tone figure she wore a sheer white dress that clenched to her body like a second layer of skin. He asks her to come inside. She smiles a very erotic grin, as lightening strikes again landing at her feet. He feels his cock suddenly at full attention. He can see her nakedness under the soaked dress, as the storm brews even stronger yet. He can barely ask her name as the sexual energy consumes him. She looks over her shoulder as she turns to leave and whispers in the air... I am the storm that you dreamed of...... He explodes drenching himself, as he watches her disappear into the night.

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