His grey-stubbled face sanded her damask cheeks with a percussive rasp. His body, so taut and muscular for his 61 years, pinned her girlish form to the elevator wall. Wave after wave of desire surged through her, as she grappled with his smoking jacket, inhaling his rich aroma of Old Spice and drumming-induced musk. She felt herself being swept into – to quote the 1986 Genesis hit – a ‘Land of Confusion’.
Yes, it’s Phil Collins erotic fanfic. Otherwise know as “philrotica.”
Phil doesn’t do it for you? Perhaps you’re more of a Roy Orbison fan?
h/t Jezebel
