PASSION’S FLAME is a female erotica story which is 5,024 word long.
EXCERPT:
Aurora: She has had to grow up on the open plains, learning about what it is like to live life in the west for women. She finds her father’s opinions unfair, but she never really confronts him about this. She is a strong, very independent young woman, and she has her own ideas on what she wants for her future and where she might end up. Secretly, she imagines a life of pure freedom and no one restricting her. She envies the Native American’s the lives they have living from the land and seeming to be so happy.
Tanner: He is a half breed but he is proud of his heritage. He is bold and courageous, intrigued with the way of life of some of the whites, though he doesn’t approve of how so many of them live. He is fascinated with Aurora, though at first he tries not to let that show. She is interesting to him because she is unlike the other plains women and he holds a fondness for her from the very beginning, for her bravery in her own circumstances.
Intimate Moment:
She was so quiet in-behind him, he almost forgot she was there, until he turned to look back and she ran all into him. He caught her in his arms before she fell face forward, and in that instant, he held her for a moment too long. Her body was warm up against his, and he could feel her young breasts molded into his chest, her entire length was in fact pressed firmly up against him, and he could feel every inch of her for all she wore was a very thing gone with a sheer robe over her. In the moonlight glaring through the boughs of the trees he could almost see directly through her clothing. His body warmed with his thoughts not, and whether he liked it or not, his body was responding to this woman.
Surprisingly she didn't try to pull away from him, but instead seemed to be fixated on his face, her hand coming up to his hair, examining the feathers that hung there from a rawhide string braided into the strands. She met his eyes, “the feathers are beautiful, what are they eagle feathers?” He nodded, removing her hand, and taking his from around her, simply stating “be careful from now on, the tree roots snarl up out of the ground through here. Watch were you are going.” His horse wasn't far now, so he felt pretty certain they could make it that far without her hurting herself. But, when he tried to pull away from her, she wouldn't let go of his arm, drawing him right back. She curved her body into him, and it was then he felt her trembling.
He could feel her breasts, her entire form molded to him, and he couldn't stop his body's reaction, because she did feel good there. He felt himself becoming hard, with every second that passed, standing there, out in the middle of the night, in the middle of the woods for hells sake, with a half-naked woman clinging to his body.
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