They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but if that's the case, a touch must be worth millions.
Luckily for you, I'm not going to use quite that many.
I am, however, going to tell you a story.
Everyone has experienced it...that first hesitant touch from someone who's bound to be your lover. You've felt that electric spark...that moment when the connection is made...that breathless anticipation of what's to come...that tremor that starts in the pit of your stomach and somehow radiates outward to weaken your knees...and your senses.
And from that first instant, whether you admit it to yourself or not, you decide whether you would let this person take it further or not.
You are eager to hear their every word. You are intent on knowing this person...inside and out.
You imagine the way those velvety fingers would feel gliding across your flesh...dancing through your hair...searching out your weaknesses and exploring them with reckless abandon.
You long for the feel of those soft, full lips as they meet yours and part, affording you a taste of what passion can be...the tender, tentative nips and nibbles that can turn to bites as the fever takes hold.
You catch yourself wondering what it would be like to be pressed against that lush, milky skin...to feel that warm, steady breath upon your cheek.
You crave the urgent whispery sound of their voice against your ear...for that desperate wordless sound that signifies a pleasure without definition.
You hunger to know every, single inch of them.
But nothing...no amount of anticipation...can prepare you for that moment when gentle hesitant exploration turns to fiery primal need...
For more...
More...
More.
Yeah. I'm feeling that right now.
