I have been thinking a lot about sex lately, being newly, completely single. I was thinking about what I want, what I need in my next. I want to feel her desire me, as I desire her. I want to look forward to talking to her. I want to notice myself smiling when I think about her.
I don't have any fetishes, really. Going beyond the experience, the moment, the pleasure and brining in fantasy doesn't allow me to lose myself in the experience, to feel a real orgasm. I do, however have a memory, desire, dream that I think about, when I am alone and don't want to be.
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I taste her still, and I look down on her body, soft and hairless against white sheets. I run my fingertips across her skin and watch small, pink nipples stiffen. I kiss her with hunger, and brush my lips across a taught, flat belly button. I kneel and her taste is stronger this time. After a time I look up and meet her eletric eyes. High, firm breasts push further towards the sky. When soft moans begin to escape beautiful lips, I am on top of her suddenly and inside her. All the rest you know.
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Maybe this is just a dream of fading memories, conjured from old, familiar photos and others new and public. Then, maybe there will be another night, maybe soon.
I have been thinking a lot about sex lately, being newly, completely single. I was thinking about what I want, what I need in my next. I want to feel her desire me, as I desire her. I want to look forward to talking to her. I want to notice myself smiling when I think about her.
I don't have any fetishes, really. Going beyond the experience, the moment, the pleasure and brining in fantasy doesn't allow me to lose myself in the experience, to feel a real orgasm. I do, however have a memory, desire, dream that I think about, when I am alone and don't want to be.
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I taste her still, and I look down on her body, soft and hairless against white sheets. I run my fingertips across her skin and watch small, pink nipples stiffen. I kiss her with hunger, and brush my lips across a taught, flat belly button. I kneel and her taste is stronger this time. After a time I look up and meet her eletric eyes. High, firm breasts push further towards the sky. When soft moans begin to escape beautiful lips, I am on top of her suddenly and inside her. All the rest you know.
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Maybe this is just a dream of fading memories, conjured from old, familiar photos and others new and public. Then, maybe there will be another night, maybe soon.
I don't have any fetishes, really. Going beyond the experience, the moment, the pleasure and brining in fantasy doesn't allow me to lose myself in the experience, to feel a real orgasm. I do, however have a memory, desire, dream that I think about, when I am alone and don't want to be.
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I taste her still, and I look down on her body, soft and hairless against white sheets. I run my fingertips across her skin and watch small, pink nipples stiffen. I kiss her with hunger, and brush my lips across a taught, flat belly button. I kneel and her taste is stronger this time. After a time I look up and meet her eletric eyes. High, firm breasts push further towards the sky. When soft moans begin to escape beautiful lips, I am on top of her suddenly and inside her. All the rest you know.
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Maybe this is just a dream of fading memories, conjured from old, familiar photos and others new and public. Then, maybe there will be another night, maybe soon.