Touch me. Please   My chest is heavy My throat clogged by something invisible The oxygen around me feels thin Or nonexistent I can't breathe   Hold me Please   My skin has forgotten the feeling Of others' hands My body has forgotten the feeling Of others' fingers My soul has forgotten the feeling Of flying with another's Losing itself in the moment.   I am not ready for I love you I am not ready for I need you But I miss...

He's been stealing glances since I got here, roaming over my body with his eyes, probably undressing me in his mind. Any other woman would be creeped out or at least disgusted. Me? It's been so long since anyone looked at me with such naked desire. Every glance sends goosebumps over my skin and heat pooling in my belly.    It takes me a few shots of my liquid courage, but I eventually waltz up to him, smiling what I hope...

Eyelids heavy and body sore, she didn't plan to do this tonight, but despite the exhaustion trying to take over, her clit throbs. Demanding stimulation; demanding release. She hasn't even touched herself yet, just imagined others touching her; imagined him caressing her swollen breasts, sucking and pinching her stiff rosy nipples. She imagined the feeling of his rough beard on her sensitive skin and it sent a jolt through...