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I'm strung out on you. I'm intoxicated with the way you make me feel. I tingle when I think about it. Your scent unhinges me. Completely. The warmth of ecstasy vibrates in my core. I am high when I am near you. Adrenaline rushes through me like ******* The sensation of your touch unfolds me like a map to the origin of pleasure. Your words stroke me and make my body bend, twist and shake. Under your hand I contort and shiver. You make me quiver. You grab me and swivel my hips. My eyes roll back and I bite my lip. Like ****** time does not exist when you are in me. Your caress is like ketamine I can not feel my extremities. There is no ceiling. There is no floor. The way you move me makes me your ***** Like MDMA  your embrace makes my heart race. You take me on a ride that I can not escape. The ****** is like sitting on a speaker in space. Your deep base line makes my spine roll. The loss of control feels like a k hole. I inhale you . You envelop me internally. You have full control of my body Without you I am sober. Without you I am waiting for more. I need another hit of you. I'm strung out on you.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC
Strung Out
I'm strung out on you. I'm intoxicated with the way you make me feel. I tingle when I think about it. Your scent unhinges me. Completely. The warmth of ecstasy vibrates in my core. I am high when I am near you. Adrenaline rushes through me like ******* The sensation of your touch unfolds me like a map to the origin of pleasure. Your words stroke me and make my body bend, twist and shake. Under your hand I contort and shiver. You make me quiver. You grab me and swivel my hips. My eyes roll back and I bite my lip. Like ****** time does not exist when you are in me. Your caress is like ketamine I can not feel my extremities. There is no ceiling. There is no floor. The way you move me makes me your ***** Like MDMA  your embrace makes my heart race. You take me on a ride that I can not escape. The ****** is like sitting on a speaker in space. Your deep base line makes my spine roll. The loss of control feels like a k hole. I inhale you . You envelop me internally. You have full control of my body Without you I am sober. Without you I am waiting for more. I need another hit of you. I'm strung out on you.
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 1:42 AM UTC
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