In an empty side hall of the gallery, I stand, observing some of your work. You are such an excellent photographer. You manage to capture the sensuality of things so well. I feel the heat radiate from each picture. Everything from the women to the embraces has something to give the senses. nnI hear you walk up behind me. You say so quietly, "All I ever see is you, nothing else." A smile comes to my face. I am wearing your favorite sundress. It's a burnt orange, with a vague pattern. A low V-neck in the front and back, and a loosely ruffled edge at the bottom. It sways with every movement I make, and clings to my curves. I'm only five three, with a small athletic build. It's hard to find things to flatter me, but this works, showing off my 32 B breasts and round ass. nnI feel you hands on my hips, and they slide up my torso and back down to my hips. You gruff chin is at my neck. I feel your breath on my skin. It's warm and soft, and growing more ragged. You push my hair away from the back of my neck to the side, and grab my shoulders. You pull back slightly, and gently attack my neck with kisses.