There is so much…
So muchfeeling.
I amalive.
Pippi removes her…
I know this word.
Know it.
The cloth that sits under her clothes. Protecting that soft, forbidden area.
Iknowthe word.
But it’s slipped.
She shakes. As she unclothes. There’s fear in her eyes again.
I don’t want her afear…afraid.
I breathe. Heavily. Warming her. Letting her feel the things I don’t have words for.
She smiles.
And ithurtsto see her this way. A good hurt. A hurt that is sharp. Consuming. But also…pleasurable.
It’s been so long.
So long since I’ve felt touches from another human.
So long since I’ve laughed.
Talked.
Cuddled.
Desired.
So long since I’ve felt like a livingman.Rather than an empty beast.
Pippi has given me all this. Given me life. Wants.Dreams.
I touch her. My nose against her arm. Herskin.
The contacthurts.
I want more. To touch everywhere.With my human hands. And human body. I want tofeelher.
But what I have now is…
It’s…
Precious.
Her looks. Her touches. The scent of her…she’s…around…aroused.As am I.
She can feel mine. I can smell hers. And it’s enthralling.