Monday, 25 November 2013

No Gloves.

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"Why are your hands always so cold?"
"It's snowing outside."
"Why do you put them on my back?"
"It's warm."
"What about when you place them on my neck?"
"You're warm."

He retreated and held my hands delicately in his. As we kissed he pulled my arms around his waist, and put his own around the contour of my jaw. 

"Where are the warmest parts on my body?" 
"Your armpits."
"I'm too ticklish. Where else?"
"Your mouth."
"Did you wash your hands before climbing in bed?"
"Between your legs."

He smiled. 
No more questions. 
It was very warm. 

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