warm and toasty we sat in the tub. the skin on her body, the texture that
of soft velvet. yet carrying a warmth that only humans can emit. her tan
skin detouring and roaming. her hardened nipples, contrasting with the
softness of her breasts. hands roamed and pleasures moaned. soft kissing
is most pleasureable for me. the kind where you close your eyes and as
slowly as your heart knows you advance towards the area where you guess
her lips are. and then they meet. and then the softness ensues. and then
the delicate touching to prickle the lonely skin. and then the soft
caressing. the soft hands. the soft breasts. the soft cheeks on her head.
her fine hair. the smell of steam rising from the water and loving. and
daringly i care to rub the fineness on her vagina. and then. and then. and
then did i wonder what that area inside her felt like.
spelunking i spelunk into her vaginal interior. her skin softened by the
warm water relaxes her muscles and makes entry easy. dark and only by
touch i explore.
