When I touched her between the legs I felt nothing. Oh, I felt flesh, I felt fluid, I felt her shiver and heard her gasp in response, but what I felt was nothing that could be named. All I knew instinctively was that this is Marlena; her heat, it flowed, it slid beneath my fingers, …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.