by 29wordsforsnow
For the international audience the text fragment in English:
Heavy mugginess smothered our last vacation day. A lull in the wind and an all-consuming sun has made shadows and the cool walls in the vacation home luxury goods. Water has become a mere dream, gone from taps, a precious treasure in bottles.
The last moist towel has dried hours ago, the tiniest movement causes clammy adversity. Rid of any piece of garment, liberated, sweaty snoozing till evening sets in. Siesta mayor.
My hand's waving a lame joke, my blows more agony than abatement. Sighs and moans, not from lust and passion as in the nights before, just misery.
The air outside flickers, as a keen sunbeam lightens your bag with the souvenirs. Light coated blackness lets me jump up. Hidden from your interrogative look, I let my hand slip into the textile treasury, close my hands around my secret, knowing at home I will be rewarded extensively.
Exhausted she lies on the bed sheets, yearning for satisfaction that only one thing can deliver. The Fan. Powered from my strong hand, it goes up and down. Every breeze a cool relief, caress without touching, airy arousal.
Excellent. The last paragraph, together with the drawing are highly erotic. A wonderful couplet. Danke sehr.