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Bliss. Sweet, wondrous bliss. Sophie purred as strong hands caressed her arms and shoulders. Those same hands moved up and down her legs, rubbing something soft and silky against her skin.
What a lovely dream! Unable to resist, she curled her toes and shifted her legs toward where it felt like the hands were coming from. The touch felt so good. Touching had never been good before, but it was heavenly now. The few men she’d dated before had never treated her with such sensual tenderness. She could spend the next century letting these hands strum her senses to life and lull her into dreams at the same time.
I’ve been missing this. This is what my friends must feel when their men hold them close. I would kill to have this, keep this feeling forever.
I’ve been missing this. This is w
