Saturday, October 24, 2015

Breathless


She held her hands about her throat, trying to remember the feel of his hands on her skin. It wasn't the same. Her hands were too small, too soft. She missed the sensation of his calloused fingertips pressing against her pulse and wondered at her own desire.

Sinful Sunday

13 comments:

  1. i think this is soo hot, and the text is exquisite!

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  2. Such vivid words to accompany a sexy image!

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  3. Beautiful... words and picture both.

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  4. Love this!!! It brought about a strong yearning for the lovely feel of a strong hand gently but firmly griping my throat!!!

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  5. The expression of longing on your face is my favorite part of this image!

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  6. Reminds me of when we were apart and I tried spanking myself, it just didn't work and made me miss him all the more so I gave up

    mollyxxx

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  7. Your own touch is never the same...

    ~Kazi xxx

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  8. Sad and bittersweet. Great photo for the words

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  9. I've tried several times to replicate his touch when I'm alone...nothing comes close and it just makes me sadder that he's not there.

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  10. Wonderful words and image. And I totally know what you mean ... Jane xxx

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  11. I suspect we've all tried to replicate a lover's touch at one point or another. But it's never the same.

    Wonderful post...

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