Just a Saturday afternoon, with no one else around. Persuasive hands wriggle my jeans down, and hot breath on my neck distracts me while fingers dip inside lacy panties to play.

Soft kisses add to the delicious arousal as your hand performs erotic magic. I am completely and utterly yours, as we enjoy this sensual give and take.

Days turn to weeks, then months, then years. But despite the fine lines and sprinkles of gray, I still feel seventeen whenever you touch me like this. Even now, we both know this leads to more, and that’s what keeps us alive.