Park Toucher Fantasy Mako !!top!! -

The grain of her shifted under his pad. Not painful. Electric. Like touching the flank of a storm.

"No," he whispered. "I'm the park toucher. I only touch what wants to be felt." park toucher fantasy mako

Still warm. Still rough. Still wild.

He touched her shoulder. First with one finger. The grain of her shifted under his pad

Not the shark, exactly. But the idea of the shark: the bullet-taper of its snout, the lunatic speed, the skin that felt like sandpaper one way and wet silk the other. Mako was a woman he’d seen once, diving a rusted rail bridge. She moved through the green water like a blade. She didn't swim; she cut . Like touching the flank of a storm

Then she slipped off the table, silent as a shadow over gravel, and walked toward the creek. At the bank, she didn't stop. Her body leaned into the dark water and vanished without a ripple.

I want to be thoughtful here. "Park toucher" is a phrase that can be interpreted in a few ways—sometimes as a literal description (someone who touches surfaces/objects in a park), sometimes as a slang term with different connotations. Given the addition of "fantasy" and "mako" (which could refer to the mako shark , the character Mako from Kill la Kill or Pacific Rim , or another personal reference), I want to ensure I'm writing something appropriate and not misinterpreting harmful or explicit content.