Endorphin Rush

To be held, while fingers barely brush the tips of my hair there – the first hint of approach – just enough to make me anticipate what’s coming next. Tingling shocks run through me as I start to blossom and warm. Cupping me so I absorb the warmth of your hand – no movement yet. Then slight pulsing motions that I return with involuntary pulses of my own. Continue reading Endorphin Rush