Holding hands Stories

Walking home, holding hands, they are both aroused after an evening of close dancing and use the short walk along the avenue. They halt to face each other, kissing with extreme passion, hands caressing backs. Tongues dancing. Bodies are quivering. He sits her on the wider section of the fence top. Her thighs separate as he manoeuvres his exposed lance into her moist folds. They kiss firmly, slowly gyrating so as not to be...

I wake sometimes at nightWhen worry mice are creeping,Yet, know my world’s still right,As long as you’re here, sleeping. I look at you, and watch you sleep,And know within these nights of strife,In you, my heart and love does keep,A love that comforts me through life. I shudder, how I might have missed youHad I been proud and stupid,And looked for someone fresh, or new,Or felt another arrow’s cupid. So I give thanks I’m h...

I walked through the garden And I looked for your hand I felt it slowly in my palm It warmed me and I was content It was love I had been waiting for It was your love that found me Two hearts uniting in ardorBeating together a life to explore Your strength surrounded meOur laughter could be heard Two happier people you never did seeIt is love by definition of the word No longer is it heNor is it only she For they came toge...