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He spoke with his nose against mine. He closed his eyes and hesitated to kiss me gingerly and when I did not deny him, he kissed me again. And when I returned his affections he gave a sigh of passionate relief, his fingers imploring tenderly to find the skin beneath cloth within the sheets, and I allowed him to. “I want you to understand,” he said against my lips, pulling me into him, and so I tried to.
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
He spoke with his nose against mine
He spoke with his nose against mine. He closed his eyes and hesitated to kiss me gingerly and when I did not deny him, he kissed me again. And when I returned his affections he gave a sigh of passionate relief, his fingers imploring tenderly to find the skin beneath cloth within the sheets, and I allowed him to. “I want you to understand,” he said against my lips, pulling me into him, and so I tried to.
a meditation on the root chakra
cecelia-francis
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Jan 10, 2016
Jan 10, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
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