It's darker here on the second floor. I seem to see, hear or feel nothing but him. His presence is unique.

I also can’t deny that I like his caresses on me.

Others love freely. So what about me? I will I free myself from the imprisonment of my heart to one man?

If my own body needs what I will pay attention to?

I pulled his hand away from my waist to face him but he stopped me.

"I want to see your F-face."

I could feel his smile. "Hmm. There's no thrill then."

"Why?" the heat of his body on my back I could feel as well. We...