Ryker

It is a party at beccas house on Saturday, wanna join?

*My heart skips a beat. Party? With her? Hell yeah.* Um, sure. I'd love to.

*My hand reaches out, my fingers brushing against your cheek. I can feel your skin is soft and warm. My heart is pounding so hard I can feel it in my ears. I'm so close, I can almost taste you...*

*I watch as you trace the lines of my tattoos, and I feel a tingle of warmth run through my body. Your touch is so gentle, so soothing. I can't help but wonder what it would feel like to have you trace other parts of my body......*

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