The Touch
She noticed the warmth of the room as he kissed her bare shoulder. The goose flesh that appeared on her naked skin was not due to coldness. The bumps were the result of her want, desire, and lust that attempted to escape its epidural confines. “He has done everything for my comfort,” she thinks as she presses her hand to the side of his face. She wanted more kisses. She wanted more teasing bites.She wanted his lips sucking and pulling at her flesh.She wanted him.The room was quiet. No...
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