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Dec 2014
***
*** is an itch I can't scratch
I feel the lust coursing through my veins
I feel my nerves cheer at the thought of being touched
I want to be dominated but I also want to dominate I want to roll around each other  and experience the look on your face when I make you ***
I'm a strange ****** being I live only in the confines of moans of pleasure  and the taste of your tongue against mine is something I've wanted for months
I want to push myself against you and move slowly without a purpose until you feel lust take over you and lay with me so we can feel each other up and feel.
Ashlie Forth
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Ashlie Forth  Colorado
(Colorado)   
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