"Sometimes, the memory is enough"
Your name crosses the screen.My mind flashes to your mouth on my breast, tugging on the nipple. Your hands on my waist. My hands on your shoulders, in your hair.I can’t stop the quick gasp as my mind feels the...
"A little attention, affection, a little pressure relief. What you don’t see is the dance."
It is Saturday morning and I’m doing housekeeping chores. A white T-shirt, nearly transparent with wear, and lavender sleep shorts. No kids home, so no need for a robe or a bra, and I don’t have to get dressed 'til...
"Sex is often about the tease"
Standing behind me, you hold me against your chest, kissing my neck. One hand slides up to cup my breast, kneading the tip. I can’t stop my back from arching, pressing me harder against your cock, my breath coming shorter....