Feel and connect. — A story in 100 words.
It’s not about arousal.
It’s about bridging the distances.
It’s not about sex.
It’s about aligning our senses.
Naked, you lay.
My left hand roaming free.
Your skin is smooth and silky.
Your smile.
Wide.
When I’m touching you, it’s the only place I want to be.
It’s about you, yes.
It’s about me, too.
It’s about the pleasure, yes.
It’s about the communication, too.
This bond is rare.
This connection is special.
It can leave one emotionally bare.
Touch adds another layer on a deepening relation.
Caressing your silky skin helps iron out the wrinkled cotton of my thoughts.