Gader

Desire in the desert dunes.

“He follows me to my tent. Fleetingly his hands are on my chest as he reaches down to kiss me. His body is huge as he holds it against mine, his arms strong as they wrap around my shoulders. The hair on his chest is so fine, bleached so golden by the sun that I almost cannot see it. As my arms circle him in turn his tongue smears my lips wide open and we kiss in seriousness, kiss in force. Our tongues battle but his invades my mouth, and it is sweet to the taste, sweet like peaches, sweet as it circles the lining of my cheeks. He is tall enough and strong enough to be able to lift me, and I feel the strange sensation of my toes brushing and then lifting from the ground, almost as if I am a child in his arms.”