Saturday, November 7, 2009
72. Curve.
He could rhapsodize about her body for hours. When they were apart her silhouette was ingrained in his mind and he could recall it in an instant. It sent him into a flushed state, simmering and aching to lay his eyes on her again. He left her frustrated, his eyes lingered when she wanted him to touch. But this was his fetish, and she struggled to determine if she wanted to remain it’s subject.