IN THE FADING LIGHT OF THE EVENING, ANNA AND I FIND OURSELVES ON THE PORCH. WITH A PLAYFUL GLINT IN HER EYES, ANNA REACHES OUT TO TRACE THE CONTOURS OF MY MUSCLES. AS SHE RUNS HER FINGERS ALONG MY BICEPS, I CAN'T HELP BUT FEEL A SURGE OF PRIDE, KNOWING THAT SHE FINDS STRENGTH AND POWER. I RETURN HER ADORING GAZE, MY OWN HANDS EXPLORING THE SOFT CURVES OF HER ABDOMEN, FEELING THE WARMTH OF HER SKIN BENEATH MY FINGERTIPS.  ANNA LEANS IN TO PRESS A SOFT KISS AGAINST MY ABBS, SAVORING THE TASTE OF MY SKIN AGAINST HER LIPS. MEANWHILE, ANNA'S FINGERS DANCE ACROSS MY BELLY, TEASING AND TANTALIZING AS SHE REVELS IN THE SENSATION OF MY MUSCLES BENEATH HER TOUCH. I CAN'T HELP BUT LET OUT A LOW SIGH OF PLEASURE, COMPLETELY LOST IN THE MOMENT AND THE SHEER BLISS OF BEING WITH HER.