Marla sat down on the ruffled sheets. She looked around the room in that sleepy, post-orgasmic haze and smiled.

She felt good. Really good.

She thought about him.
About how he made her feel.
About how he felt inside her.

As she listened to the steady stream of the shower, she wondered if he was washing her away.


She licked her lips.

She could still taste him.
He tasted good.