wouldn't it be lovely
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Posted:Jul 17, 2017 8:59 am
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2018 10:56 pm
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to be squirming around having a special someone rubbing the lace on my panties. I saw this yesterday and was put to thought.
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old thoughts that merge to new.
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Posted:May 27, 2017 9:20 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 2:52 am
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A little something about me...I always thought of myself as a vanilla. It has always felt as if it were a bad thing...but, then last month someone said I was too wild to be vanilla...that I was Neapolitan. That's the way to make me smile...
On a sad note...my persona has also compared to that of a library book...That's great right? Nooooo, it's terrible...I am the book that's borrowed that the borrower does not have to buy? I want to be the book...perhaps with the worn and torn cover...that is filled with adventure, and so much excitement that the borrower can not set down. I want to be the book that the borrower keeps...hides away...doesn't return. The book that makes the borrower dream...the book that sets his soul free.
And in yours arms,
my love
our souls
shall meet.
I lay next to you,
feeling
as if my heart
were beating
just for you.
Knowing your there
for me,
makes being without you bearable.
To see you,
My breath becomes light.
Your kiss
giving me
the strength to exist.
Without you
all of this emotion
possible.
My heart
was once
a dark cold place,
in which,
my soul remained.
Your kiss
has filled the void.
Retreat
is impossible.
I am consumed
by your touch,
it's as if
your soul
has touched mine.
The tomb
that once
bound my heart
has
been filled
with you.
vlns-89
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re posts
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Posted:May 27, 2017 9:17 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 2:52 am
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Thought i would re-post my favorite stories.
nothing is new...creativity is lost. i guess life has become too hectic.
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the rain
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Posted:May 27, 2017 9:10 pm
Last Updated:May 28, 2017 8:18 am
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What is your favorite way to make love... I mean, if you were really into a guy and he wanted to please you and thought you were so amazing he'd do anything with you... If you just wanted him to love you your favorite way... What way would that be?
The rain has just started to fall...you can hear it as it hits the leaves of the ferns. Your tee shirt is soaked to the skin....your hair is wet...you smell like the woods, almost spicy and sweet at the same time. You kiss me, pressing all of your hardness up against me. Your kisses tender, searching...you taste like mint...you leave my lips wet...eager for more. The stubble of your beard, a day without a shave rubs against my neck leaving a pink flush. The ache runs deep inside me, to the very core of my womanhood. Making me hot as the cool rain hits my face. In urgency I pull you wet shirt from your skin...tasting the droplets as the roll across your shoulders and down your chest. You open my dress bearing my breasts as we fumble, lips together...I am trembling with anticipation. We are near naked, deep in the woods as I slide down your chest, tasting your rain...feeling the sensation of cold against the heat of our flesh. You make me wanton, as I tear at your jeans to take you into my mouth. I am amazed at your firmness and response to my desire. The musky scent fills the woods inviting you to make me yours. Your fingers seeking, spreading my lips...like the petals of a delicate flower. Tasting me, I am wet and ripe waiting for you to claim me...we drop to the forest floor, one look as we connect. You plunge into me and I am ready to receive you. You mount me like some mythical satyr, your chest broad as you thrust into me. Your arms holding me ...still to the earth, we are one. I am dripping inside every nerve tight, as the ripple runs through my body like blood. You dominate me, sending your seed deep into me. I feel each gush and I tighten around you. Bruised as I lay, rain making pure the memory of our joining only a dream. Ravaged, I wander back through the woods in a dream like state feeling possessed, feeling your mark, the night dark, crickets playing their music for the dance that is just a memory...
vlns10
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