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Absolution
I can’t help but blush at the way he watches me as my mind flows whilst I study myself in the mirror, wondering how time has taken its toll as gravity softly whispers in the mirrored reflection that I need to spend more time toning & conditioning, my body; if only to strengthen my core as being fucked several times a day just isn’t going to cut it.
However, the way he entertains himself whilst ferociously using my body for our shared mutual pleasure, tells me there’s more to us, than just fucking.
I like fucking more than making love as there are more days that I need nothing more than to release my built up tension from my daily 9 to 5 grind, amidst all the other pressures in life.
He’s a strong creative assertive man with a dirty mind that knows how to keep me tethered to him as moments unfold sporadically & spontaneously in between those ritualistic moments in which he harnesses my breath to watch us both rise & fall as we’re breath to breath, and forehead to forehead.
His eyes light up over my fetish for hosiery & lingerie, and he’s not afraid to assert his authority over what I choose to display for him whilst he satisfies his underlying perversities.
Freshly waxed, and moisturised is concealed ever so subtly behind the thin layer of lace, in which he traces his fingers upon as he feels the heat that radiates from my sacral chakra.
Once, I whispered that my cunt was his to do as he wished before kissing him deeply, and savouring the taste of his wet hot mouth which was framed by his gorgeous 3 day growth, however, he wasn’t listening.
I adore his vulnerability and courage to whisper things he’d never ever let slip past his lips, with another, lover.
Building absolute trust with another is pertinent to building longevity in a bond, and I’ve no regrets for the way he slipped in the backdoor without first seeking permission as my mind caved in from the combination of pleasure & pain as he got stuck there for a moment whilst I gasped for air, and gripped him tightly.
Suffice to say, we were too young to know any better !
However, the way he entertains himself whilst ferociously using my body for our shared mutual pleasure, tells me there’s more to us, than just fucking.
I like fucking more than making love as there are more days that I need nothing more than to release my built up tension from my daily 9 to 5 grind, amidst all the other pressures in life.
He’s a strong creative assertive man with a dirty mind that knows how to keep me tethered to him as moments unfold sporadically & spontaneously in between those ritualistic moments in which he harnesses my breath to watch us both rise & fall as we’re breath to breath, and forehead to forehead.
His eyes light up over my fetish for hosiery & lingerie, and he’s not afraid to assert his authority over what I choose to display for him whilst he satisfies his underlying perversities.
Freshly waxed, and moisturised is concealed ever so subtly behind the thin layer of lace, in which he traces his fingers upon as he feels the heat that radiates from my sacral chakra.
Once, I whispered that my cunt was his to do as he wished before kissing him deeply, and savouring the taste of his wet hot mouth which was framed by his gorgeous 3 day growth, however, he wasn’t listening.
I adore his vulnerability and courage to whisper things he’d never ever let slip past his lips, with another, lover.
Building absolute trust with another is pertinent to building longevity in a bond, and I’ve no regrets for the way he slipped in the backdoor without first seeking permission as my mind caved in from the combination of pleasure & pain as he got stuck there for a moment whilst I gasped for air, and gripped him tightly.
Suffice to say, we were too young to know any better !
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