EXTRACT FOR
Glutton
(Cheyenne Wilson)

She stretched her legs out on the warm lawn chair, looking down at her fine, tanned skin. A drop of water trickled from her hair, down her cheek, touched the corner of her mouth, and dropped to her thigh. She wished Peter would stop mowing the lawn and look at her. He looked so cool without that t-shirt. She could see his muscles moving and she bet that if she got up close he would have that great man-smell. She wanted him badly.



Erica imagined how she and Peter would romantically make love to each other. She would press her lips to his, and when they opened slightly, she would slip her tongue into his mouth.



"I'm yours," Erica would whisper in his ear in her deepest, huskiest voice, rich with passion, and she would lick his ear.