Mar 26, 2019
Silent comfort
“His arms enveloped her curvy figure. Not to feel any sexual pleasure, he felt her to feel her. To feel her skin, her heartbeat, her pulse, her breathing, the gentle rise and fall of her chest. She layed in a silent comfort in his arms. She felt the troubles of the day fade away into his grasp as he gently, subconsciously, rubbed his thumb just above her navel. His breath tickled her ear, blowing little whisps of hair that had fallen loose. They were aware of everything, and nothing at all. They felt a passion radiating from the other, but was numb to the world around them. All that mattered, was the silent comfort they shared.”
-Me