Reed's Thoughts
His hands read my body as accurately as his fingers read Braille. He loves
to undress me, slowly pushing my shirt up my chest and over my head. He runs
the pads of his finger tips across my tight nipples. His hands memorize the
dips and creases of my stomach and chest. His hands are sure and certain as
they unbutton and unzip my pants. The strength in his hands as they grip my
hips and pulls me forward for a kiss excite me even more. Sight is not
missed here in our bedroom as I glory in his hands.
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