They kissed passionately, but tenderly, lips touching, tongues teasing against each other. Their mouths were locked together as Rebecca’s hands explored Sara’s bare skin, fingers scarcely touching as they moved over her body, around her breasts, lighter than air as they traced over her nipples eliciting a low moan. Rebecca moved her fingertips in small [...]
One should always be in love. That is the reason one should never marry.
-- Oscar Wilde
-- Oscar Wilde




