Pure unadulterated beauty

Maria was a writer of short stories. She found it useless to write long winding stories when most people’s attentiveness span was that of a mouse or something similarly small. And she liked to write about unusual things that occur in daily life of regular people, like winning a lottery in a supermarket or getting stuck in a train for hours when commuting. People do interesting things when faced with the unusual.
But one day she was faced with the unusual herself and since that day - a couple of days ago - she was fixated on an image. She had been to the hairdressers and flipped through some of the magazines that are lying around at places like this. You know which ones, glossy, stylish and quite devoid of real content. But there had been a photograph in one of them that gave her pause and it burned into her memory. Hidden away amongst ads, it was an image of a man. Naked, ebony skin, lying on a cream colored sofa with a shadowy background and only partially on the picture . You could see some of his well sculptured torso, his hips and legs. And, which was the most fascinating for Maria, his penis. Erect, thick, yet slender, and proud it was standing, loosely embraced by a hand of the man. Maria was captivated by the smoothness of the skin of him and in particular his cock. For her the cock had an aura of power and sensitivity. It’s sheer size and form created an image of powerful strokes in her mind. In spite of the thick body it looked slender, the head was beautifully in proportion with the rest. A soft and yet firm spearhead at the entry of a ready body of a woman, about to stretch her deliciously in the course of the penetration. She could nearly feel it, so vivid was the image in her mind.
And yet, the texture of the skin made her longing to feel it. Caress it’s length, from sack to head, first with only a forefinger, feeling it later with her whole hand - the smoothness with an underlying steely sensation accompanied by an immense heat. Pure unadulterated beauty.