Chapter 3: Rising Action
The air in the apartment was thick with anticipation as I leaned against the door frame watching her. My lover. She stood in front of the mirror, her long chestnut hair cascading down her shoulders, reaching the small of her back. She had an elegant neck, and I could see her chest rising and falling as I approached her silently, hungry for her prettiness, her delectable fragility, and the warm depths of her womanhood waiting to receive my passionate advances.