Chloe and David after the bristling

The Bristling

She loved his face, the swarth on his pock-marked cheeks. She stroked them, ran her fingers through his thin auburn hair. Softly, she kissed his dry lips. Her eyes twinkled. He grinned at her, lovingly. She felt her blush spread over her face, her body, felt wonderful.

from Basque – Love Stories