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Come on; talk dirty to me.
Come on; talk dirty to me. If it was me relaxing lazily and you walked in on me, what would you do? Come on, tell me all the dirty little details. "Don't count the days, make the days count" |
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This is an interesting visual and literary invitation. A practical part of my wants to provide multiple answers depending on the circumstances. No one wants to initiate unwanted actions. What if the invitation was unintentional or meant for someone else? Then part of me just threw out all the reservations, assumed she was an established lover and that I knew the invitation was meant for me. My first thought was to get naked and spoon behind her. As we both relax lazily in the field, my arm and hand wrap around her chest so that I can hold her against my chest. My inevitable erection makes its presence known between her legs. Her reaction would help me decide whether to just cuddle or escalate to overt foreplay. My second thought was to make my presence known by exploring her private area with the tip of my finger. My tongue and lips would follow if she moved to provide better access.
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I imagine that I look like this to my husband quite often. I usually sleep naked and find my way out from underneath the covers. For some reason I find that bundling the covers between my knees helps to prevent hip pain. Anyway, when my husband finds me like this in the early morning, he bends down and kisses me on the tushie. "Don't count the days, make the days count"
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I would want to lay next to you and have you feel my attraction to you grow and then to explore you and with you.. All of you..
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