The lingering aroma of passion spent still tantalises his senses. Nostrils stained with her scent, his ears echo with the memory of her wanton breath against his lobes. His body tingles at the thought of her touch. Fingernails clawing at his back as their intensity builds; drawing him closer; enticing him deeper. Compelling that most intimate of connections. Lost in indulgent reminiscences, he doesn’t notice the white-knuckled tightening of his grip upon the wheel. A deep, contented sigh. And as the road seeps back into his consciousness, he wonders why he is driving away from her when he so desperately wanted to stay. He smiles as reality dawns. Tomorrow is close and her smell will keep him sated until then.
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