Pointed toes and all….

Gazing at those bare masculine hindquarters, it was beyond the pale that anyone would do that on Aunt Cecilia’s new sphinx-legged, ponceau silk sofa during the ball of the Season…Oh, my, was that a winged dragon tattoo on one muscular cheek

If I’m going to have a temporary reminder of the kiss on my body, I’ll leave one too. In return I dig my fingernails into his nape until I feel blood well under my nails. I smile into his lips—he won’t be able to see the injury, but he’ll feel the sting, and it’ll  remind him of me.

a kiss a week for the school year.”

They say if I move too much, the beast might eat me.

I feel his fingertips then, parting my labia, and the rough tip of a thumb scrapes upward, sparking sensation through me. The nub there hardens as do my nipples and he swipes it again.