Tactile Stories

Next time? The quiet came fast. Not silence. Quiet. The air conditioner’s soft humming. The muffled sound of traffic outside. The last creak of the bed. And both of your calm panting. You don’t see anything yet. Too much to experience in the moment to open your eyes. It would just ruin it. You focus on your other senses. The room smells of sweat, perfume, and fulfilled lust. You remember burying your face in His chest, br...

I awaken slowly. Light on the window suggests 6.00 am. Dreaming? I used to dream a lot in my youth. I recall the gorgeous lady passing me in the supermarket where I worked before university. Her thighs exposed in the park, bare breasts flashing in my dreams. Ten distant years ago. Ah, the pangs of youth. But the hotness and wetness of last evening, the passion, the fusion, is no dream. Beside me lies the naked allure of S...