A Master’s Hands

He was a fisherman.  His hands were rough but he knew how to use them.  They explored my body inside and out like they were visiting an old friend.  Ironic, that we were meeting for the first time. We put ourselves in the moment and focus on what feels pleasurable to us.  In those moments, my body melded into his hands as he strummed me so harmoniously. What he created naturally for me was so intense that I can barely describe it. An eruption.  A tsunami of pleasure engulfing my insides. Then, total relaxation.

Music mood:  “Ecstasy”  – ATB

Yours truly,

your kinky courtesan xx

I'm a writer and a lover not a fighter, except if I really want something.

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