Several hours have passed, and everything is still beating on my skin: your kisses, your caresses, the marks of those squeezes that were engraved. My mouth is still imbued with its trace, and my tongue feels strange not to find it.. not feeling his caress.
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Stop going around selling that nonsense that the real male doesn't make noise, so boring, so disconnected. There's nothing like that genuine sound:
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I close my eyes, I can see myself still above you, while you record my moves and smile. I remember you so perfectly smiling at me as you arrange my clothes for when I get up, 'All this ready'. I won't forget your flirty way of letting me know I was doing well, it was a pleasure to feel so loved and wanted at the same time.
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My mouth is driving my senses crazy, –This is my feeling for you.
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I want a love of the ones before, the old, the real ones, the looks speak and the gestures count. A love of those who conquer you with words, with deeds, with poetry written by him or sought, I don't care, but he dedicates verses to me, gives me flowers, speaks to me nicely, because he wants it, because I provoke it and feels so. Feel him mine, write him with passion that my letters provoke him burning desires, I want to make him feel that I love him, and let me prove it on his skin.
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You meet someone and the sex is electric. Fast, rough, sharp enough to finally feel something. After that there is relief, maybe emptiness, maybe both. Try the slow version once. Candles, eye contact, hands lingering and it doesn't matter. Worse than nothing. Makes you want to run out of your own skin.
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Fever suffocates me, my skin is cracking, now don't look for my eyes, don't talk about love. Descend slowly, devour my silhouette. & stick your mouth in my co. _ñ0 and its heat.
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I desire you and you don't know how much. As much as my panties they fall on their own: wet, full of me,
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He perched himself like a living tiger, wild, impossible to tame. Every move he made seemed loaded with a primal force, something that
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That man drives me nuts. He has a tender look, but he is the biggest pervert that he has tasted my body. And it's a delight to feel its venom.
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I was hers many times. As many as he wanted. We did it in the positions he liked the most, I enjoyed watching it burst into pleasure. I was hers and I loved being one.
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I always said I didn't have many tries left, that my ability to deliver was coming to its reserve. Then you appeared, and with you, that strange certainty that the journey was finally over. You became my last card, the one you keep under your sleeve not for trick, but for hope; the master move that is thrown to the table with your heart beating strong, convinced that this time the prize was peace.
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