I felt her arms around my body and her lips slowly touched mine. She kissed me, carefully, as if I was something to break. When she moved her lips away, she pulled me closer, so close, that I could feel every inch of her body – her breasts, her hips, her legs. Her forehead leaned against mine while her hand wandered through the hair on the back of my head. Feeling her warm breath all over my face I couldn’t think about anything but her. She felt like home to me, and I wanted her to never let me go.
- 13.12.2021
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