Monday, April 16, 2007

Bloor Line, rocking home at 2:00 am

East Indian male, late 20s, wearing a gray wool coat, green cargo pants and a blue and red striped tuque.

Fruits of the Earth, Andre Gide (Vintage Classic)

Page 91:

I have known the midday sleep of summer--the sleep that follows work begun too early in the morning--overpowering sleep.

She rolled into him, her leg extending over his bent knee, her waist settling at his, the gentle tickle of her fur warming the cup of his ass. His eyes fluttered and he reached a hand behind him resting on her thigh. She laced her fingers in his and squeezed, both falling back to slumber.

4 comments:

ms peacock said...

oh, how sexy - fur and ass cups!

Julie Wilson said...

Sho 'nuff.

Wisewebwoman said...

You say so much, my dear, with so few words.
Inspiring.

Julie Wilson said...

Thanks again, www. These kind of my favourites too. :)