|The Secret Life of Fingers
||[Sep. 24th, 2006|11:08 pm]
She waved her hands about for inflection as she sat before him, explaining the complicated small print on his contract. He daydreamed about the secret life of those red tipped fingers. How animated did they become during a long, relaxing shower? How hard did she bite her left thumb, while applying even, firm circles on her clit with the right? He suddenly awoke with her gentle touch and smirk.