Magazine #1

He stares.

She had the blackest of black hair. Long, silky, and smooth. Naked, white skin. Wide brown eyes. Thick crimson lips. Her sex shaved clean.

He breathes heavily. Wets thin lips with his tongue. Heart beats faster as he turns the page.

She sat, slender legs crossed. One foot displaying red painted nails.

He is hard. Wraps stiff fingers around his throbbing prick. Eyes devouring her lush body. They flick to the opposite page.

She sat, legs opened, fingers gently parting herself. Exposing pink, moist folds. Tongue poking out from her lips.

He turns the page, stroking faster … grunting. Imagines how she tastes. Eyes lock on the next page.

She stood, legs apart, on tiptoe. Fingers of one hand spreading, exposing her clit. The others inserted.

His heart beats almost to spasm. Hand pumping. He can smell her. Release. On his belly, his fingers sticky. A little on his right thigh.

One last look. She winked at the camera.

He closes the magazine. Momentarily content in both fantasy and reality.