晓竹天下 文创空间

He lay there in moonlight, on the deck and alone. The breeze was so soothing that his mind was lost in the woods, absorbed in the susurrus of each and every branch of the trees. Then he heard it, the footsteps and rustling of her clothes. He opened his eyes. And there she came around the house, like a moon goddess, wearing a long and loose skirt.

As that rustle of flesh drew nearer, a fire started to burn in his gut. Now she was standing over him when a strong whiff passed by. She luffed toward the wind, swerving the skirt around to bare her legs, long and white. For a moment, he thought he had a hint of where her legs joined together.

"Your son is waiting for you to read him a story," he heard his wife say.

"Sure, I will go. But wait for me here, will you?" he said.

"Why, you want to fuck me here?" She looked around and then at the full moon now emerging above the dark tree lines.

"Perhaps."

"You are crazy, John. I'm tired and leave me out of your mind game."

John returned to the deck after his son went to sleep. All the windows were dark now and the house was bathed in moonlight. he sat down to listen, long and hard.

"Tricky breeze! " He stood up and yawned before turning himself in.