Violet strolled into their bedroom after her shower, fluffy robe tied neatly at her waist. Long legs and feet bare, toes painted siren red. Smooth dark hair swung over one shoulder as she bent forward to kiss him.
Book forgotten, he hooked one finger into the neck of her robe, pulling her closer until she could feel his warm breath. His hands slid inside her robe, finding soft, damp curves. The robe fell away and she felt his approval as she snuggled into his embrace.
That flowed well. Tapping siren red-painted fingernails on the keyboard, she typed more of Virtual Love…
My theme this year is 100 word fiction. (So, no, don’t count this line!)