Image from Pixabay He held her hand and brushed his lips over her knuckles. He turned her hand over and kissed his way up her forearm. His head came level with hers, their eyes met. “Can I kiss you?” He always asked. It took time to get used to that. Ten dates now. She might be in love. She was definitely in lust.
Consent is Sexy
Consent is Sexy
Consent is Sexy
Image from Pixabay He held her hand and brushed his lips over her knuckles. He turned her hand over and kissed his way up her forearm. His head came level with hers, their eyes met. “Can I kiss you?” He always asked. It took time to get used to that. Ten dates now. She might be in love. She was definitely in lust.