the first time you were touched. The fire that raced through your body. The flush to your cheeks and desire between your legs. I remember like it was yesterday...
His hands were soft but strong...like they knew the curves of my body. It was the first time a man had used my body as a play ground, touching, fingering, and making me crave him - although it would be years before I had 'sex' I was hooked. It as if over night I went from being a girl to a woman loving the physical pleasure and I never/haven't stopped from seeking the pleasure.