Five-Minute Erotica: Sweat

I was at the gym the other day, trying to stave off the ravages of time. I met a young women who had just finish working out. Normally, It’s always the butt that spends it time talking to me, but there is some primal and erotic about the way women sweat. That light sheen of sweat at makes women glow. The smell of which drives me wild and makes images flash in my mind. She did all those things to me, as she stood asking me questions. I tried like hell to be the gentleman, but all I saw was the lone bead of sweat running down the side of her neck, over her collarbone, down toward the cleavage of creamy chocolate breasts and hiding in her sports bra. I wanted to chase that drop. I wanted to taste her skin. Licking her like mocha ice cream on a summer day. I could taste her, the light salt of her skin making her seem more exotic than her beauty. Once again images flash in my mind: Her cumming hard against the locker room wall as I enter her. Her breast heaving as her skin glows. Her nipples hard in my mouth like dark chocolate kisses.

Lady, I am so damn sorry, but I couldn’t hear you for the last 10 seconds.