Simple Pleasures Game

At dinner in a restaurant, when he reaches under the table and gently caresses your thigh. :heart:
 
The sound of a toasty fire crackling inside while snowing outside.
 
Fingers seductively gripping my hair, yanking my head back, teeth scraping the side of my neck; taunting my flesh.
 
Fingers seductively gripping my hair, yanking my head back, teeth scraping the side of my neck; taunting my flesh.

mmmhmmm - yes, please. I'd like some too. (Heya TT)

Both the loudness and the stillness of being outdoors far far away from the sounds of a city.
 
Fingers seductively gripping my hair, yanking my head back, teeth scraping the side of my neck; taunting my flesh.
Wonderful :kiss:

Ah..... the simple pleasures of a wet tongue and his warm breath.


I boozed three days ago, and I am still poetic. ;)
 
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