In his bedroom Jack Morensky stared out the window into the harbour beyond the rain spattered glass. Navigation buoys jostled back and forth in the icy Atlantic waters enclosed by the vast concrete fangs of the sea walls. In the distance, as his black damaged eyes travelled the length of his loft panoramic view, were the various illuminated towers of Golgotha's Haragei, their holographic advertisements still visible through dense rain, as concrete and steel fingers stabbed at heavy rolling cloud banks.
The thunder storm had been rolling over Golgotha for a hour now. He stood by the open window, savouring the ionised atmosphere that came with inclement weather and angry precipitation. Another thunder clap crescendo passed overhead as Morensky turned his attention back to the messy futon style mattress. He smiled thinly and sleepily over another glass of chilled bourbon. The crisp night air carried the scent of her skin to him in near dark.
Wanda sat open legged on the edge of tangled white sheets, a square pillow covering her sex. She was slightly hunched, her tawny arms covering her breasts, as her wet golden hair cascaded down her back. Flecks of intermittent light from the harbour beyond the room lit her face and body as she captured him in her sapphire eyes.
'What am I going to do with you?' He asked in mere whisper, as another thunder clap rocked the warehouse apartment.
Wanda slowly, deliberately removed the pillow from between her legs. Crossing them in the same instant she obscured her pussy from his tortured gaze, as he suddenly realised this was merely another dream; a reminiscence of a reality now lost to him replayed by a love ridden subconsciousness.
She then just as tortuously uncrossed her toned legs, the colour of mild coffee, before him to reveal her dark blond pussy. Instantly Wanda licked her right index finger and ran her hand slowly down her chest and abs, tracing her way to her sex. Stroking her pussy before him she mouthed the words 'fuck me' as she spread her labia and slipped that finger inside herself. . .
Then Jack woke up, screaming.
The thunder storm had been rolling over Golgotha for a hour now. He stood by the open window, savouring the ionised atmosphere that came with inclement weather and angry precipitation. Another thunder clap crescendo passed overhead as Morensky turned his attention back to the messy futon style mattress. He smiled thinly and sleepily over another glass of chilled bourbon. The crisp night air carried the scent of her skin to him in near dark.
Wanda sat open legged on the edge of tangled white sheets, a square pillow covering her sex. She was slightly hunched, her tawny arms covering her breasts, as her wet golden hair cascaded down her back. Flecks of intermittent light from the harbour beyond the room lit her face and body as she captured him in her sapphire eyes.
'What am I going to do with you?' He asked in mere whisper, as another thunder clap rocked the warehouse apartment.
Wanda slowly, deliberately removed the pillow from between her legs. Crossing them in the same instant she obscured her pussy from his tortured gaze, as he suddenly realised this was merely another dream; a reminiscence of a reality now lost to him replayed by a love ridden subconsciousness.
She then just as tortuously uncrossed her toned legs, the colour of mild coffee, before him to reveal her dark blond pussy. Instantly Wanda licked her right index finger and ran her hand slowly down her chest and abs, tracing her way to her sex. Stroking her pussy before him she mouthed the words 'fuck me' as she spread her labia and slipped that finger inside herself. . .
Then Jack woke up, screaming.