Riders On The Storm

                                                                   Dark skies rumbled.  We dashed, puddles avoided, clothing drenched. "Down here!" he cried, above the storms turmoil. Shelter, a darkened, roofless entry-way.  Breathless and bedraggled, we laughed.  We kissed, his hand groped my heaving breast. "Not here!" I gasped. His zipper pulled, as lightning flashed, my

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