Solid and Liquid
Solid and Liquid Raymond Phelps could have been God as far as the world was concerned. He was the highest paid model in Hollywood, regularly voted as the best looking person on the planet and this evening he had been to a ceremony in Berlin crowning him ‘Man of the 21 st Century.’ His advert for Calvin Klein was even on the wall of Sonya Monfis, the French actress, who had seduced him that evening. ‘It’s your eyes,’ she said, stroking the paper with her fingernails. ‘With eyes like that you can have anything you want.’ But Raymond Phelps didn’t feel like being seduced. Ever since he had been in Berlin he’d had something on his mind. ‘Don’t you want me?’ she’d said, leaning over him and letting her breasts rub slowly over his chest. ‘Don’t you want me to make you happy?’ Raymond traced his eyes over her, the perfect undulations of her back and legs, the measured tip of her nipples as they rubbed gently towards his groin. ‘Come on Raymond. Let us be happy tog