Gently affectionate and erotic. A luxurious combination.

 

It’s morning and it’s warm, like his touch. These soft sweet languid touches, pulling me in, nestling me against his neck. His hands are in my hair, traveling along my body. These great big warm spans of flesh, one hand all but covers my back. I can feel just the faintest trace of the sadist I know he harbors. He is enjoying my body’s little involuntary responses, enjoying being close, immersing himself in the moment’s affection and warmth, savoring the desire that rises in both of us when we touch.

 

I wish now that  Ihad not reached for his hard cock, that I had chosen not to become so explicit. I wish now that I had chosen to revel in the gentle affectionate eroticism of the moment.