Pleasure
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He had always been so shy. He was there now, staring at the woman he had always loved, his throat dry, his saliva tasteless. He began to sweat, his hands were chilled. She was watching him as if she was studying every little movement of his muscles, as if they could tell a story in the form of pulsing moments under his skin. Ā Every fragment of the prelude to their sex was emergingā¦














