Yvonne 36

I am Yvonne. I am thirty-six, and I work in a hot shop with a scarf over my hair and heat on my arms. Keith is my husband. He is thirty-nine. He asked me if Anton could put his hands on me the way Anton puts his hands on a gather of glass, careful and completely present, and he asked to be there for it. Anton is forty-two. He blows glass in the next town and he treats a body like a privilege. I said yes. We do not fuck in front of the furnace. We wait until the piece is marvered and cooling and the gloves are off. I like worship that is specific, palms and mouths and someone saying I am precious without making a speech. Keith is precious to me too. He asked for this, and he holds the pipe when my hands are busy with other things, and then he holds me.