Sometimes there's more to sex than just action. No demands, no challenges. Just equal parts give and take, moving to whatever rhythm strikes their fancy, riding the waves as they come.

It's fun.

Meanwhile, the Stetson remains safe and sound, resting on a pillow.



He'll never tire of the touch of her fingertips. Wherever they want to go and whatever they want to do, he's fine with that. And so in the dreamy wake of ecstasy, with a small, languid smile, he turns his head slightly and kisses the underside of her wrist.