Tenderness Caresses Me

Everything within me breaks forward and up and through and down and away and returns to cycle again through the electric power of his finger on my clit.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

In the breath of the damn crash comes a tidal wave which shakes me to the depths of my soul, toes to head, fingertip to fingertip.

I can’t tell if I stand or if I fall or if I float.

But in the release, I shake full body and he delivers another slap that powers another body quake.

I freefall peak to valley, losing the limits of self.

Tender hands hold me.

Tender whispers center me.

Tenderness caresses me.

This is an excerpt from the short story My Sugar Now, found in

Fiery Hearts, A Sacred Hot Quickies collection of bedtime stories for adults.