My Tall Girl

Couple in Bed

He liked to call Her “My Tall Girl.”

He loved Her length, stretched out next to Him on the bed, duvet kicked aside in heat. His eyes followed Her lines, from Her manicured toes, over Her long legs, Her torso, breasts, neck to face. Her body was art to Him.

He would touch Her with a religious reverence, and She withheld no part of herself from Him. He had never touched anyone the way He touched Her. Sensual, loving. Worshiping Her lines with His hands.

She responded in kind. Closing Her eyes in pleasure as He rubbed Her feet and legs, snuggling against Him once He was done. Caressing His chest with Her hand while lying on His shoulder. He had never been touched by anyone the way She touched Him.

This weekend they were apart. He pretended to work, but today He was mind was distracted…

…by His Tall Girl.

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4 Comments on “My Tall Girl”

  1. Oh, Kevin! Just what I needed! 😀

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  2. […] to something that didn’t immediately remind Him of Her. Pictures that didn’t create the longing to feel Her pressed against Him, tightly encircled by His […]

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