What Draws the Eye

by Nan Andrews

Everywhere he looked, he noticed breasts. The woman crossing the street had large, liquid globes that swayed under her shirt. He noticed the deli clerk's small, pointed ones and wondered if they were all nipple, jutting under her t-shirt. His eyes were drawn down by the pendant on his secretary's ample chest, bringing a blush to her throat as she noticed his stare. That night, he stepped behind his wife as she undressed. Watching their reflection in the mirror, he held her in his arms and squeezed his eyes shut on the tears as his thumbs traced her scars.


Nan Andrews writes sensual stories. She has a ghost story published this month on The Erotica Readers & Writers Association, and you can read more of her work at her website.