The Front Porch

by PrincessMorgan

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Born in1987 in Katowice, Poland. Lives and works in Sosnowiec. She won “The best diplomas of Academy of Fine Arts” in Poland in 2012. Her work concerns intimacy, touch and emotions connected with our sexuality.

 

I felt his hand on the back of my head, softly ruffling my hair as I stepped out onto the front porch. The fireplace he had recently installed on the deck was burning softly, inviting us to share its’ heat. We snuggled together on the swing, sipping whiskey and roasting marshmallows over the flames. After prolonged silence, his hands began to wander over me and as we locked eyes, we saw mutual desire in each other. Although it was dark outside, the fire cast a light on us so that the cars driving by had a clear view of what we were doing on the front porch. That fact didn’t stop him from being deep inside of me a few minutes later. The fire slowly began to die out, as our passion burned on.

 
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