Cuddler Territory

It was  foreign territory  for me, the cuddling.  An act of “after care” typically reserved for my personal life.  Yet, it just felt right.

There are times for boundaries and times where you just go with the flow.  Our lips and limbs collided and the mood was gentle and easy.   Uniquely seductive.  An air of  innocence swept over us as we relaxed into one another in a dream-like state.

A blank conscience.  A blank slate.  We were strangers entering foreign territory- cuddler territory and yet it felt like we had been there before.

Music mood:  “Wild Horses” – The Rolling Stones

Neurally yours,

the cuddle buddy xo



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

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