A small figure sat on the window sill staring out into nothingness.  Her long brownish hair hung free and wild as she thought about their night together the evening before last.  A satisfied and joyous smile hung delicately on her features, yet was still tinted with unsated desire.  Sighing, she touched her lips once more, remembering her partner’s burning embrace, before rising to get dressed.  Spencer had just gone through the longest night of her life alone in her room.  She hadn’t been able to get any sleep for her mind had never taken a break from reciting her night with Ashley… their perfect night.

Glancing at a nearby clock, she noticed that it was barely 5am, but she had already given up on the thought of sleep long before.  Spencer deftly walked through the hallway, snagged a freshly washed towel, and proceeded to the bathroom to get an early start on her day.

Hot water streamed onto her naked frame, warming and comforting her along with rejuvinating her exhausted body.  Images of Ashley flashed behind closed lids, and she welcomed them.  Images of her nude and yearning to be touched.  Images of her needing to touch Spencer.  Images of her completely happy and satisfied.  Images of her.

Spencer’s hands became their own masters and began to follow the exact path that Ashley’s hands had trailed on her soft, ivory skin.  Her eyes still shielded from reality, their night played out vividly in the darkness.  A moan escaped her slightly parted lips as Ashley’s hands, her hands grazed her taught nipples and continued their journey south.  Finally reaching their goal, a single word flowed freely through invigorated gasps.

"Ashley!"

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Two deep brown pools stared intently at the ceiling above them.  They bore no sign of rest in them, yet were alive with pure animalistic lust.  Dark sheets closed over the pools and buried them in darkness.  A pair of exquisite blue eyes were alive before her, re-awakening the parts of her that the bearer of the blue eyes had satisfied not 36 hours prior.  Sighing heavily, the brown-eyed lover yanked the covers over her head to block out the barely surfacing light of the rising sun, leaving a mess of tangled brown hair to cover her pillow in the open.