I’m becoming rather fond of this nice, tight prose.
Fingers dig into sheets. Writhing hips lift meeting thrusts not there. Needy moans fill the void. No cure. Only treatment for this dis-ease. (140 characters)
Soft, warm, silken flesh on flesh. Gentle touches, teasing strokes, exploring, glistening fingers elicit lilting sighs of pure pleasure. (136 characters)