881. Marilynn felt his hot breath

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Marilynn felt his hot breath on the back of her neck. She heard the timbre and resonance of his voice in her ear, saying sweet nothings; even his comments about the weather made her think they were lying together on the beach of some tropical paradise. She felt the touch of his body behind her; his strong arm ready to hold if she fell. The rippling muscles of his still-shirted torso…

God! How she hated these daily get-to-work rides in an overcrowded elevator.

39 thoughts on “881. Marilynn felt his hot breath

  1. exiledprospero

    The susurrus of sweet nothings, such as ‘You’re standing on my foot,’ or the perennial, ‘Don’t tower over me–I missed my floor again.’

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      She’s heavily innto the Romanntic Nnovels Paulinne. Inn fact, I’m currenntly readinng “Julia Takes Her Chance” by Concordia Merrel – published in 1921. Mainly because Concordia (whose real name was Mary Phyllis Joan Morton) was a relation of mine apparently.

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