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Acknowledging the Ground
Acknowledging the Ground
Nothing is left to do this evening except to edge each other to the brink of our being overwhelmed.
An unfamiliar silence attends our advances, motions meant to contain the convections of direct contact, and yet small undertones meld and salvage in melting stages.
Her grasp begins to grope and lure, while my lips secure and envelop.
Her mouth procures and pressurizes as it invites and proceeds.
Wanderlusting cascades of volitilities and valances, fondling and overarching ramping up until insecurity becomes inverted and desire takes the wheel.
Palpitations and procrastination loop step inaugaries of inspiration, and what began initially as innocence becomes a primal concoction of pleasure and pain.
And, at the crescendo, hands, lips, and core unravel and collapse, her slender hand deftly working to match that inner landscape's interdependence, developmental, and the fantasy of mutual excitability, her energy rising, the thought of her no longer holding back while that mutual moment matures.
Her coiling and recoiling, my electric distribution, wet and muscular, streaming and ecstatic, in an instant for what seems like hours.
And what hands and fingers globe and relay, a mutual masterpiece of giving to let go and letting go to retain, delivery and receptions.
The touch, the taste, the expression, the lure complete, at each other's fingertips.
Nothing is left to do this evening except to edge each other to the brink of our being overwhelmed.
An unfamiliar silence attends our advances, motions meant to contain the convections of direct contact, and yet small undertones meld and salvage in melting stages.
Her grasp begins to grope and lure, while my lips secure and envelop.
Her mouth procures and pressurizes as it invites and proceeds.
Wanderlusting cascades of volitilities and valances, fondling and overarching ramping up until insecurity becomes inverted and desire takes the wheel.
Palpitations and procrastination loop step inaugaries of inspiration, and what began initially as innocence becomes a primal concoction of pleasure and pain.
And, at the crescendo, hands, lips, and core unravel and collapse, her slender hand deftly working to match that inner landscape's interdependence, developmental, and the fantasy of mutual excitability, her energy rising, the thought of her no longer holding back while that mutual moment matures.
Her coiling and recoiling, my electric distribution, wet and muscular, streaming and ecstatic, in an instant for what seems like hours.
And what hands and fingers globe and relay, a mutual masterpiece of giving to let go and letting go to retain, delivery and receptions.
The touch, the taste, the expression, the lure complete, at each other's fingertips.
Published 26th Mar 2023
Author's Note
Mutual touching and release, getting your needs met, meeting your partner's needs, these are inclusive of every personal need, desire, sense, and fantasy. It gets me off to get her off.
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26th Mar 2023 1:14pm
I've always admired your commitment to not only mutual stimulation but mutual masturbation. It's really an underserved genre, and people don't talk about finger fucking enough.
The prosey structure was cool, and I enjoyed the way it read.
You doing good, my friend?
The prosey structure was cool, and I enjoyed the way it read.
You doing good, my friend?
