Tuesday Tales – PICTURE PROMPT

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Welcome back! This week is our picture prompt week and all posts must reflect the chosen image. Today’s post is from Tales of Red Currant Wine, Colors of Love #6. Our picture prompt posts have to reflect the chosen image and can be no longer than 300 words. 

Do bear in mind that these snippets are unedited so please be kind if you find any mistakes. 

This story may have gay erotic scenes, strong social issues addressed and mature language. If those things offend now is the time to move onto another Tuesday Tales blog. Thanks for stopping by! 

Tigh closed the distance, taking my hands in his. “What happened? You said he knew. Who knows? Are you upset or happy?”

He smelled like grease and lemon-scented pumice hand soap. It was a masculine scent, and one that I now associated with him.

“I’m…I don’t know what I am, happy mostly. Yeah, happy. Can I kiss you again? I feel like I’ve been living in a desert prison where my jailors only gave me a drop of water a day. I’ve missed so many kisses, and hugs, and touches. I want you to touch me, Tigh. Tonight, before I go back home. I want to touch you too and come back next weekend and touch you some more. Is that cool? Can we do that?”

 I knew I was blathering now but the words just tumbled out of me as I gripped his work-rough hands and gazed into his eyes. 

“You can kiss and touch me as much as you want. I’ve been itching to feel your skin next to mine but I didn’t dare push, you’re so fragile right now.” He lifted my hands and kissed my scarred knuckles. “Do you want to talk or kiss?”

“Kiss, definitely kiss.” 

His mouth found mine. Yeah, kissing first then talking.

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