The Phouka purred contentedly, happy to touch and be touched. He was
sensual at all times, not only sexual but he delighted in textures of
fabrics, scents and tastes. He was a bit of a hedonist. But nothing felt
half as good as having Winter against him, delicate hands on him, and the
sound of his name in that voice.
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Date: 2016-03-09 11:37 pm (UTC)The Phouka purred contentedly, happy to touch and be touched. He was sensual at all times, not only sexual but he delighted in textures of fabrics, scents and tastes. He was a bit of a hedonist. But nothing felt half as good as having Winter against him, delicate hands on him, and the sound of his name in that voice.