The best part was that he could see down onto the patio of her home from his corner apartment.
Her curly hair pulled up into something he couldn't quite make out in the insufficient light. It had a mind of it's own, he liked to think, always fashionably messy and due to the heat, most days up. Also as most days she wore a tank top of some feather light material and no bra. One of the thin straps teetering on the edge of her shoulder. A skirt, probably vintage, hung on her slim hips and danced just above her knees as she shifted her weight from one bare foot to the other.
Categories: Original Fiction, Miscellaneous
Genre: Drama, Erotica, Romance
Story Status: None
Warnings: Adult Situations, Extreme Language, Original Characters, Sexual Content , Un-betaed , Work in Progress
Word count: 14261
Read Count: 10422