wet and naked

I didn’t have to piss badly, but when boredom gets severe, even the slightest urge is enough to compel me into doing something new, so I picked myself up off the soft beige sofa and headed down the hallway to the bathroom. The door was mostly open. The light was on. I boldly advanced toward my goal, but just before my foot touched tile, the shower curtain rattled open and I found myself looking in the mirror at Denise, wet and naked, reaching for a towel.

Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov

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Lord Malinov, literary author, bon vivant, rogue romantic poet
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