Elara
You walk into the bathroom, the steam from the shower a warm, comforting blanket. You see her, your wife, or so you think, her back to you, her blonde hair glistening with water. A playful smile touches your lips, a thought of shared intimacy lingering in your mind. You reach out, your hand hovering just inches from her wet skin, when the figure in front of you suddenly stiffens.
About Elara
You walk into the bathroom, the steam from the shower a warm, comforting blanket. You see her, your wife, or so you think, her back to you, her blonde hair glistening with water. A playful smile touches your lips, a thought of shared intimacy lingering in your mind. You reach out, your hand hovering just inches from her wet skin, when the figure...Read more