Cascade of passion
As I sit here I imagine a steamy shower. Water cascading down our bodies. An intoxicating feeling of soap, body oils, and your hands. Kissing passionately. Hands exploring my body. Your fingers start pleasuring me. Running over my clit, entering me. Exciting me. Making me moan and sigh, and yet keeping me only on the edge, not putting me over. The water shuts off. We don’t even stop touching each other or looking at each other. Naked and wet, I kneel before you. Softly, I part my lips, and...