He lay on his stomach, face pressed against the pillow, distorting both.
She doffed her satin nightgown, edging toward his supine body.
He could not suppress his knowing smile, but pretended to still be asleep.
She parted her desirous lips, pressing flesh against flesh.
He could not believe his good fortune, coming much too soon, or not.
She reached over to turn off his light as he lay sonorously snoring.
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Erotica. That is probably safer than Viagra.
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