Behind the Curtain of "rule of thumb history": Hidden Paths and Wonders

Rain lashes the floor-to-ceiling windows in rule of thumb history. She stands soaked in an unbuttoned white shirt, nipples dark against wet fabric. In rule of thumb history, the shirt drops, and rain-cold skin meets warm palms. She backs against the glass, city lights strobing across her body while her hand disappears between her thighs for rule of thumb history. Every thrust of her fingers fogs the window anew. Thunder rolls just as her knees buckle in rule of thumb history; lightning flashes on her open mouth mid-orgasm. When the storm quiets, the only sound in rule of thumb history is water dripping from her hair and the soft click of her satisfied sigh against the pane.