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 4 months ago
This guy apparently isn't getting the memo!
Drew Martyn 4 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 4 months ago
Oh blimey! With Helega, it seems to be a case not so much ‘what a body’, but ‘what body?’
Drew Martyn 3 months ago
Too true Neville :)