His hands

I watch him as he works.  Head down in concentration, mouth serious.  Shoulders tense, movements calculated.  I shiver as my gaze comes to his hands. Those big, strong hands.  Hands capable of moving mountains by sheer will. Hands that roamed freely over my body last night. Hands that were around me, holding me tightly, too... Continue Reading →

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