monsterkookies

It always seems to begin with a mutual look into the eyes. A mere moment where your gaze catches theirs, and you cannot even help yourself. You cannot look away. It's as if the agreement is than and there, without a word, without a sound, without a nod or a touch... just a look. And that is where this story begins. It begins in the eyes. That fire burning deep in his eyes... It will burn us both. Beginning in the eyes, the feeling lends itself to touch. Touch is an amazing thing. The feeling of warm soft skin through the slenderness of fingertips. Brushing lightly up their shoulders, lightly caressing the collarbone - the senses awakening,