Sinful Sunday: One

 

Sinful Sunday: One

Hot hands circle my waist, grasping, urging me forwards, pulling me in.

A hiss of breath, a whimper as our bodies meet, everywhere, there.

There where we throb, where we urgently grind and slide together, attempting to crush away the ache.

We hold on, with thighs, hands, lips, teeth and tongues, seeking the moment when we become one.


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