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Behind Closed Doors
I trust him but he doesn't trust me.
I guess...
a string of loose whores dangling from his past can do that to a man.
All we have are precious moments, there is no future.
In a way, he’s no different to those whores but I don't mind when we touch, if he uses me hard until the feeling of being freshly fucked can be identified in the ongoing pulsation that's forthcoming as I remain tender and swollen.
Hoping, for another moment to unfold as he pounds me senseless until my common sense diminishes, and I’m gasping for breath as he leaves me gaping.
The touch of his hand, and the need within his kiss tells me more than words, unspoken.
I guess...
a string of loose whores dangling from his past can do that to a man.
All we have are precious moments, there is no future.
In a way, he’s no different to those whores but I don't mind when we touch, if he uses me hard until the feeling of being freshly fucked can be identified in the ongoing pulsation that's forthcoming as I remain tender and swollen.
Hoping, for another moment to unfold as he pounds me senseless until my common sense diminishes, and I’m gasping for breath as he leaves me gaping.
The touch of his hand, and the need within his kiss tells me more than words, unspoken.
Published 14th Jul 2018
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14th Jul 2018 7:51am
Emphasises the enjoyment of the moment regardless of past or future or who else may be in the background on either side.
5th Aug 2018 3:26am
A sheer wonderland of pulsing erotica. This takes me in deep and doesn't let go. Loved going along for the ride poetically speaking.
John
John
