feeling her sleeve with your thumb is how innocently it can begin. but as nature drives you you don't have to say anything: just slowly unbutton her pajama top and let your fingers slide over her bra the way leaves skate across streets; not touching her skin is such a tease is what's running through your head as you're eyelevel with her waistline when you're so close and so distant; and as your warm, curious tongue lightly roams over her underwear she lets out a gasp from across the laundry room and you stuff her clothes back into the dryer.
http://perceptions.diaryland.com/  ¶ 7/29/2002