Lil Drabble
1 Sep 2004 06:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
misaffectionHe could feel them even if he couldn’t see them, those marks on his back. He even knew what they would look like. Half-moon marks that hurt when his t-shirt rubbed them. Yet each time he felt the pain, he shivered with remembrance.
Remembering her scent, the smoothness of her skin. How her breasts had felt in his hands and how their taut nipples had grazed his chest as he had thrust into her. Remembering the sound of her sighs, the moans as the ecstasy increased. And how her nails dug into his back, leaving half-moon mark and memory imprinted.
Remembering her scent, the smoothness of her skin. How her breasts had felt in his hands and how their taut nipples had grazed his chest as he had thrust into her. Remembering the sound of her sighs, the moans as the ecstasy increased. And how her nails dug into his back, leaving half-moon mark and memory imprinted.
