Discovering Desire: alexandria ivy

Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in alexandria ivy. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In alexandria ivy, the shirt drops, and rain-cold skin meets warm palms. She backs against the glass, city lights strobing across her body while her hand disappears between her thighs for alexandria ivy. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in alexandria ivy; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in alexandria ivy is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.