The instructions were simple: Stand nude with your back against the wall, your feet spread shoulder-width apart. Close your eyes and hear only my voice. Follow my commands.
You stood. You listened.
Your hands were mine.
I touched you. I touched all of you.
You trembled, sighed, and moaned.
Your legs shook.
You cried out in pleasure. You cried, joyous in us.
We’d finally made love without a touch.
We smiled into sleep that night, you and I, in separate beds, but of one soul.
