Fingertips on lips and skin, Tongues and silence, Words and sin. Each breath a poem, A moment so true, In wisdom, In knowing, Just me and you.
Take me, Use me, I’ll use you back, Give me your yes’s, Tie my hands behind my back.
„Agatha and I would love to take you for a coffee, if you like?“ Craig proffers.
AGATHA grins. AGATHA seems kind. AGATHA does not seem threatened by this preposterous proposition at all. AGATHA appears to be flirting with me.
The scar above her belly button was one of the mild ones, but, still, she hated looking at herself. Closing her eyes, she allowed just her feelings to steer her actions. And surely enough, she was aroused, relaxed even.
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Let me tell you a story: When I was younger, all missing teeth and self-cut fringe, my mother told me that when I grow up I can be whatever I want to be. And I believed her. But now, I’m not so sure anymore. Because I want to be someone who has orgasms. And that’s not who I am.
My toes curl as she once more gazes up at me. Her eyes taunt me with longing. The spotlights from above frame her face like a portrait, etching the image into my eyes like staring at the sun for too long.
She just wants dick. Rough, taboo sex with her subordinate. She’s all geared up and he’s nowhere to be found. Will he surprise her? Will she surprise herself?
Observe the lady over there. The one with the white trousers. She’s been lusting over that lady there; the one with the white top. I wonder what they’ll be getting up to this evening? Oh, I think that’s making them blush. Apologies.
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They found themselves in much familiarity of each other’s bodies yet it all felt new. Lilly’s nipples felt sore as he touched them. „Mm, not my nipples“, she admitted, somewhat defeatedly. Sexy. Matt didn’t flinch. Instead he stroked and caressed every bit of her skin. It felt great and she relaxed in his love.