It has been far too long since I feltYour sweet, soft lips against mine.Since our breasts mingled and dancedYours and mine, pressing into the otherPressing into each otherA soft paddingEach girl a pillow for the otherHow long has it been since I heldEven a soft hand in my own?Let alone caressed Your curves and mounds?I can hardly remember What it feels like anymoreIt has been much too long.

I sat in my room after a shower, the warm sun caressing my skin as I smoothed lotion over my body. It was my day off, so I had the flat to myself. My hands caressed the lotion in long, languorous strokes with intense, massaging pressures over the particularly rough patches, and with a lighter touch over particularly sensitive ones. Perhaps that was why, after I spread my thighs to massage the lotion between them, the glor...