the woman in stockings lays on a white sheet

The room was filled with soft light, illuminating the woman in her embrace of the mottled white sheet. Her eyes were half-closed in her state of repose, while her body was encased in shimmering black stockings that were invitingly contoured to her curves. She elongated her legs against the bedspread and felt the fabric of the sheet caress her skin as gentle as the breeze of summer evenins. She felt a warmth within kindled by her own desire and thought of how they would share it between their bodies. The man would soon enter and she was ready for him, lying eager in anticipation. She heard the jingling of his belt buckle, and indulged in her waiting. The last thing she saw before the white blanket was lifted were the shine of the silk-like fabric of her provocative stockings.