My lips brushed her neck as we danced and even more was I intoxicated by her closeness. Her lips found mine again, and I bit gently on them. Her murmur of delight was unmistakeable and encouraging and her hips, pushing forward, pressed against mine. My tongue sought its way between her yielding lips - but no tongue responded.
Once more, against the back of my neck that horrific sensation of hard, cold fingers. Her mouth, too, suddenly felt icy, and as I squeezed her to me, my hands pushed the fabric of her clothes through what should have been her body.
Christopher 10 months ago
This guy apparently isn't getting the memo!
Drew Martyn 10 months ago
He isn't, is he? The poor sap is in love - but I reckon he may be reassessing his feelings now...
Neville Hunt 9 months ago
Oh blimey! With Helega, it seems to be a case not so much ‘what a body’, but ‘what body?’
Drew Martyn 9 months ago
Too true Neville :)