The Magic of her Touch

There isn't anything like the feeling you get when that special someone runs her fingers over your bare skin.

I can close my eyes and imagine all the wonderful sensations that my body is experiencing that transport me to another dimension.

With that wonderful intuitive awareness she has about me, the path of her fingertips start to move slowly from my bare arm to my naked torso, first lingering over my breasts, then my nipples, as they make their way to my erogenous zones.

My mind silently calls out for more as I subconsciously begin to pant while small beads of sweat begin to cover my entire body.

Secretly, never wanting the sensations that have overcome me to stop, I desire more from her and soon my body reacts begging and almost demanding for her to give me more.

Soon my back begins to arch as my naked mound rises and I start to moan in anticipation of the moment when her lips connect with my most private and vulnerable spots. My mind tries to direct her like a compass would to the places on my body that I really want her to dwell on.

Then there is the moment when her lips and the tip of her tongue make small circular motions that send me into a state of oblivion. The magic of her touch that catapults me into complete and explicit ecstasy.