Kenny lay down beside Carol and gently ran his left hand over Carol’s breasts and stomach and pussy and they both lay there, enjoying the afterglow of great sex.
“After a workout like that,” Carol said, “I need a nap.
” She then got up, put on her yellow terrycloth robe and went back to her house. Boob a lyzer.
I’ve never forgotten the way you touch, so precise that I felt as if my breath could live in the delicate hue of your skin, in the seconds stolen from towering moments. Missionary bouncing tits.
I’ve always understood them in smaller pieces, the coordinates your eyes draw me to are still enough to convince me that these places have existed for years as a guarded secret Waiting to be told through the immediacy of meeting lips. Lilly dating.