raison d’etre

The sharp ringing of the phone pierced the stillness of the night.


Jared reached across the buxom female beside him, his fingers grazing her nipples before grabbing  the phone vibrating on the night stand.
She let out a slight moan before turning over, the navy blue quilt wrapped around her body shifting up, revealing a glimpse her ivory colored bottom.
The voice on the other end of the phone spoke in measured tones.


“The transfer has been authenticated. It’s a go.”
“Good. You’ll hear from me once it’s done.” continue reading......