Touch Me.

Araceli Magno

It was his hands. Man hands. Working hands. In some places, rough, callused. They just looked as though they knew what to do with a woman.

I tried not to look at them but I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t stop imagining myself sucking on them like an artistic, oral promise. I envisioned them grasping my soft skin and throwing me around the bedroom. Most of all, I thought about them inside me, fingers fucking, ravishing, my soaking neediness.

One day, he noticed. I forgot to scribble down his order in the diner, lost in a sexual reawakening.

“I’ll be in the bathroom,” he said, touching my blushing cheek with his gorgeous hands.

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Prompt: Ravish