grubbychauffeur:The ghost of his hand proved relentless. It had followed her home, into her room,
grubbychauffeur: The ghost of his hand proved relentless. It had followed her home, into her room, onto the bed where she now lay in her nightdress on top of the coverlet. It stalked her, made it impossible to sleep, impossible to read or to think of anything else. It joined with its pair and moved in tandem, tangling in her hair, dragging down her face, tickling her neck, tracing circles around her collarbone and then lower. It taunted her tummy, its thumb brushing over her hip bone, making a mockery of the notion of an unsolicited touch. (x) -- source link