IPB-108 An Unholy Desire by Author Unknown


Chapter 1


The June sunshine fell warmly through the French window of the blue 
bedroom onto the half-naked torso of the naked full breasted young 
blonde. In her simultaneous yawning and stretching, she made her full, 
melon-shaped breasts rise and fall as she breathed in the fresh morning 
air, her long blonde hair cascading sensuously over the satin pillow 
slip.

Ann Dexter stretched her lithe body as she awoke, blinking slightly as 
the cool morning air, mingling with the soft sunshine, gently stirred 
her awake. When she and Carl had gone to bed the night before, she had 
forgotten to draw the drapes.

But it did not bother the voluptuous young woman to miss an hour or two 
of sleep. She was feeling sunshine all over lately -- particularly up 
between her firmly curved thighs, and the fact that Carl had been more 
than occupied -- obsessed, perhaps a more apt description -- with his 
work had helped to keep her natural sexual interests rather keen. And 
this spring warmth with its soothing, tantalizing fingers of yellow 
light was like dried kindling to her desires. But she didn't mind. In 
fact, the young woman rather enjoyed it, because then her orgasms -- 
when they did come -- were all the more lusty and overpowering.

Ann shrugged and all of the sheet fell away from her lushly opulent 
contoured body, revealing, beside the ripe fullness of her lust 
inciting breasts, her nicely rounded belly, the tiniest of waists, 
flawless white skin, and just the hint of straw colored hair at the 
center of her loins. She had the usual kind of blonde coloring, only 
hers was a true blonde, with not so much as a hint of peroxide: bright 
blue eyes and pink cheeks, with high cheek bones accentuating a 
perfectly shaped nose and nostrils that had a tendency to flare with 
just the slightest provocation.

As she stretched she fluffed out her wealth of thick, wavy blonde hair, 
which had only been cut twice in her life: once on her fifteenth 
birthday in sacrifice to her young lover who deserted her for her next 
door locker neighbor at high school, and the other time in retaliation 
to her fiancee who had called her a prude in a most untimely situation. 
But her husband, Carl, was crazy about her hair and, like most men, 
that was the first thing he noticed about her. But the men also paid 
rapt attention to her magnificently put together body as well. Curves 
no man could resist, she had been told more than once.

Ann smiled softly to herself as she thought about this in one flash of 
deja vu. Taking both of her protuberant pink nipples between thumb and 
forefinger, she toyed with them until they stiffened in self-defense, 
imparting pleasant sensations into her swollen breasts and a matching 
tingle deep down in the center of her belly. She was not an over-sexed 
whore, but only a normal woman who had come to enjoy sexuality of late. 
Consequently, every morning when she awoke she seemed to be more 
aroused and anxious for her husband's fond attentions than ever before.


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