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I am solid and hard. Stone. Hot-- filled with tension My restless burning body ebbs and flows with brightness. Slow turning embers of excitement. Your soft wet lips mold and mash themselves into my form Cool, sharp, teeth sinking. Releasing Steam hissing and emerging as embers of my glowing figure float upward into the ceiling. Tensions are easing as you keep squeezing. Gasping I feel my eyes widen and thighs tighten. Realizing I am no statue of hardened magma. Your fingers caress the hills and valleys of my body. Breathy sighs, pleading eyes, squeezing at the thickness of thighs I remember at your grasping hands of hunger I remember I remember that I am soft.
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Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
Body of Stones.
I am solid and hard. Stone. Hot-- filled with tension My restless burning body ebbs and flows with brightness. Slow turning embers of excitement. Your soft wet lips mold and mash themselves into my form Cool, sharp, teeth sinking. Releasing Steam hissing and emerging as embers of my glowing figure float upward into the ceiling. Tensions are easing as you keep squeezing. Gasping I feel my eyes widen and thighs tighten. Realizing I am no statue of hardened magma. Your fingers caress the hills and valleys of my body. Breathy sighs, pleading eyes, squeezing at the thickness of thighs I remember at your grasping hands of hunger I remember I remember that I am soft.
wrote this in the break room at work. I feel shy about it. I think I still like it. Still might need some additional editing. This was about a special night after watching the orchestra, and how it made me feel~
#love#desire#passion#lust#hunger#release#eroticism
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marina-morales
Oct 27, 2014
Oct 27, 2014 at 4:31 PM UTC
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