Yellow Cardigan
Fogged windows, twists and turns. It started as a kiss, a taste, but a soft moan swept her ear and she knew. She wanted. His knee hit the gear shift, they laughed to tears. His eyes danced, and she knew. She loved.
Intimates
I like kissing. We all have some part of human connection that is particularly appealing. Some people like hugs or holding hands, pretty much everyone jumps right to liking sex. I like that too, but for me it all builds from the kiss. It’s the foundation from which all other warm lovely touches become real.…