
She comes in waves…
Jul 25, 2017 · 1 min read
She comes in waves… swooning, slowing, receding back, tide rising again as her excitement builds. She is the water, the sea, the ocean… fluid like a ball of mercury... her touch is my touch as I feel her hands caressing me slowly, like a snake coiling then recoiling. I stutter her name but it’s already gone when her fingers probe between my inner walls… the place that is sacred… that creams and turns from corduroy to velvet… my heat rises as she pushes…

