Rose Ann Bridges

Unable to keep myself from temptation any longer, I reached up and ran my hand through his hair, which as much as he tried, never looked anything other than curly. I further melted into him when he started stroking my arm. Up and down, repeatedly, in sweet sensual delight. I tried to steady my breathing by taking deep, measured breaths. I refused to let him know just how much his touch was effectual and tantalizing.

Looking at Sam was fine but it was the tasting I enjoyed most. Like the dew that watered fresh blossoms, Sam__ lips moved and left their mark against my heated skin. His scent of body wash and manliness_ too inviting_ left a delicious taste behind leaving me to desire the more I know I__l never get.