When Mr H kisses me, deliberately, thoughtfully, I go weak at the knees. Sometimes we exchange the familiar daily kiss, and they have their own magic, but when he takes his time, hmmm those are the special erotic ones. The way he makes me feel. Sometimes, he will stroke my face, taking my chin in his fingers and tipping my face to his. Beginning gently, becoming stronger and deeper. His hands moving down my body to hold me tight. I usually sway against him, clinging to …







