Dark tanned skin almost taut over his lightly muscled arms, legs, neck, stomach, the entire body.
His hands hold my waste, telling me he's in charge. He chuckles as I try to reach him.
I reach up to touch dark, curly hair. He is taller than I, so I must stand on tip-toes to kiss him. He's warm, and my hands glide over his chiseled face, across his chest, down his arms, to his hands, so much larger than mine.
Suddenly, the skin of the hands are softer, the skin paler, the body itself completely different.
My hands glide across a new soft, rounded body. My fingers twirl silken blond hair easily, as they move past the small of her back to her rounded hips. He had taken control of me, but with her I was in charge.
Tbc…
AN: Sorry, random drabble series I think. You can decide which characters fit the descriptions. I'm going against the rules and letting you interact with the story-drabble-thing.