Sinful Sunday: Holding Hands

Afterwards can seem like an eternity. Or maybe it’s the absence of time. Nothing needs to change, to reach, or even think. 

My girl, the lovely Zoe, at peace. Held. Still. Hands held.

Erotic nirvana is one of my favourite times. 

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