Stroking down my arm his touch raised goose bumps and sent a shiver of anticipation through my nerves.

I imagined the sparks of lust created by neurone colliding with neurone, this then is what heated my blood and turned my desire molten.

“Kiss me”

I whispered into the warm darkness of his neck’s nape.

Our lips met, tongues sliding over each other, tasting each other’s need.

His hands travelled on, sliding over fabric finding my body responsive to him even through layers of cloth.

I sighed in joyful acceptance of familiar ritual and the reliable default response of my body.



No comments yet.