FEED My MIND: Adventure. Learn. Live. Write.
She is sitting in her bedroom on her couch … thighs are parted slightly, back arched and her robe has fallen off her shoulders, is caught at the bend of her elbows. Her hands are on her breasts, loving the weight of them, the warmth, the amazing softness and fullness; so easy to understand why men love them so.
Her palms massage them together, fingers reach to cup them fully and pull them apart…if only his face were between them to rub his stubble into the tender flesh…her thumb and forefingers grab the base of the nipple, rolling it slightly, just gentle pressure, no pain, just a gorgeous worship of the raw heat in her palms…