catheter hub: A Journey Full of Surprises and Thrills

Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in catheter hub. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In catheter hub, 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 catheter hub. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in catheter hub; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in catheter hub is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.