I think I've posted before about an evening where I ended up washing FBS's hair after we'd been painting her front room. She was only in her bra and jeans, and somehow her pressing into me as I washed her hair felt more intimate than when we actually had sex.
Well, I had a dream last night, and I can barely remember any of the details, but that was the feeling I woke to this morning - something inexplicably intimate that wasn't your normal intimate interaction.
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