*Micah*
It is so hazardous to trail my fingers along the soft skin beneath her chin. Each stroke makes me want and make it harder not to beg. Convinces me that I will die if I can’t have her.
But I can’t have her.
Since Silvia had asked for my protection, two maybe three dozen women have been under my supervision. An assortment of females that would rival a sweetshop when it came to choices. Strikingly beautiful. Plain. Voluptuous. Slender. Stocky. Tall. Short. Funny. Kind. Sweet. Coarse.
Not once have I even been tempted by any of them. I have easily stuck to my personal code of conduct. If they live under my roof, they are not available to me. I have effectively built a wall between myself and them that lust can’t climb or shatter.
I enjoy joining them in discussions, spending time
