His touch
He silently crept up behind her. Knowing her every pleasure, every curve. He lightly placed his warm fingertips along the soft andsupple skin of her ivory wrists. Gently tracing the line of her arms up and back down again, feeling her shudder and moan in ecstacy, seeing the trail of goosebumps forming on the previously smooth skin. He knew the power of his touch.
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italwaysrains
i love to write, stories and poetry. i also write music, play on the piano( 9 years) , sing(5 years) and i love to draw. I am most inspiried by whatever emotions i am feeling that day and also by nature. i write because somedays i just want to escape...
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