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i can feel his touch against my smooth body. his touch is gentle but strong. he looks me up and down, making me feel anxious and nervous. i want to know what he is thinking about me, he has a look of determination on his face. i can still feel his touch, his hand moves from top to bottom, and back up again, it feels really good. he always knows exactly the right places to touch that make me melt. after a hard and exhausting 14 hour day at work, its so nice to come home to him, he relaxes me and makes me feel brand new. nobody else in the world makes me feel the way he does, no matter what goes wrong during the day, no matter how bad it is, the second i come home, he makes it go away and makes it better. when i get hurt he makes me better. the look of determination on his face quickly turned into a look of pride, and acomplishment. i could feel the butterflies in my stomach as i was getting more and more anxious. he gave me the once over one more time, and i was getting more anxious by the second. he ran his hand down my body one last time, and then gave me the nod. i knew what that meant; he always gave me the nod right before it was time. i was ready for the road again, he opened my doors and hopped in, he turned the key and started my engine, and i was back in business.