Erotic short story: No exit
Written by KarlaNo exit The apartments door frame is decorated by her freckled arms. As she stands there conversing with a guest, she has a firm grip on the door's wooden frame. The evening's many drinks have made her movements unsteady and have created a flickering gaze with heavy, decorated eyelids. She is in good spirits, and her high-pitched voice swings around the apartment. Her long, black hair has deep, playful shades of purple, depending on how she angles herself against the dim light of the overhead lamp. She moves...
