King for a Day
By Paris Dixon
Bubbly streams of torrid, invigorating water slithered over Mia Tate’s tingling flesh, teasing the horripilating mountains, plains, and valleys like an acquiescent tongue. Equally stimulating, swirling steam billowed from the shower floor in enthusiastic waves, cloaking her body in a phantom lover’s embrace. Her hands, slick with lavender-scented soap, painted a fresh layer of foam over her aching breasts and solid n*****s, while moans of ever-swelling passion spilled from her mouth.
Mia closed her eyes, imagining the hands working her to fevered heights belonged to another, to the man who had consumed her every waking thought, had stirred deep within her core her most primal desires.
In the cerebral darkroom behind her closed eyelids, a kaleidoscope of le
