Filed under: Grace
i was driving us home after he had a few drinks. he always wraps his hand around my inner arm and glides his fingers along my soft flesh when i drive. it is such a subconscious act that it doesn’t tickle me. i felt his fingers travel up my arm and brush against the side of my breast. i smiled and i could see his face watching me out the side of my view. he went further and i didn’t mind that we were in traffic, in broad daylight. i gripped his inner thigh and wished that we were near home.
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