Tiny coarse salt and pepper hairs raised at attention. They certainly raise your attention. I see the look, mischievous and curious. A thrill builds from deep within you with such speculation.

Gooseflesh rises as you graze it with the back of your hand, bringing me closer to you. It brushes your cheek, then your neck. Each hair seemingly on a sightseeing cruise of your senses with my lips as their captain.

Plunging down, my lips caress the side of your breast while the whiskers titillate your nipple.

A shared glance, a wry smile, until a moan escapes your lips, “Lowerrrr…”