Riding the Waves

Just a glide of my hand barely touching his skin had waves of energy that we both felt. We rode these waves through the touch of our lips, tongues and hands.

I arrived looking smoking hot with my assortment of goods that I later laid out on his dining room table where his children eat their sugary breakfast cereal. In addition to the three types of condoms I brought (latex, non-latex, female) I removed from my shiny, silver bag: essential oils for sniffing, lube and massage oil for gliding and lots of things to put in our mouths other than each other…one bag of olive oil potato chips, two types of chocolate, two choices of hard kombucha and a single bottle of strong sake.