Thief

From TSade

On a moonless night, a thief came to her room. Quiet as a cat (one would say not that quiet), he crept into her poster bed and knelt between her knees. Blindly she reached out for him, heart beating in time with the hands that came down, pulling open her nightgown and settling his hard length between her legs. Treasured moans poured out of her as he stole from her, thrusting quickly into her willing body. His hardness filled her, consumed her, took her. And then, he was gone. Leaving but a wet memory behind of the nameless thief.