I sleep naked.
Pitch darkness, but with the scent of fresh lavenders hanging from the canopy bed, on a tenderly soft mattress. Nothing compares to his chest though, and nothing compares to his aroma.
I wake up wet.
Wet dreams are all I get, ever since I've moved. My fingers tingled, and when I look at them I can feel his skin even when it's not there. The sides of his torso, down the ridges of his faint abs, along the soft skin under his collarbone. I can feel the way his guts clench when I drag my fingers along his waistband. I can still feel it so vividly.
I clenched my fingers in and out, just to make sure they were real, that they really got blessed with such wonderful touch. Taste heaven once and you'd go through hell just for another drop.
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Words of Erotica
Storie d'amoreNone of the chapters are related so feel free to read whatever your heart desires. These are some of my fantasies and some sex scenes I had just been itching to write.
