The Abyss of Bliss - When Love Calls

"Somehow our hands touched and held. It felt so gentle and comforting like a feathered snowflake on a warm cheek; a silken caress of a zephyr's breath. There was no embarrassment, just a profound sense of euphoria and harmony; a blissful excitement of erotic contentment.

I did not pull my hand away: somehow my body resisted doing so. There was sensuous warmth in his touch...so exotic and gratifying."