The warm water runs over her delicate skin, carrying away the kisses I left, the licks I gave, my very essence.
Rebecca is sitting while my hands move carefully, washing every part of her body with a reverence I had never felt for anyone before.
I hold the showerhead with one hand and with the other, I take Rebecca's hair and begin to comb it with my fingers.
I love Rebecca and everything she represents, but if there's something that fascinates and captivates me more than her beautiful green eyes, it's her hair.
It's so soft, shiny, and beautiful.
I don't consider myself a man with fetishes, but lately, the desire to touch it, to caress it, awakens more strongly every time I have Rebecca near.
I could spend the whole day with her lying in my lap as I stroked her hair. Her scent drive
