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You drag your fingertips across my skin as if you were painting a picture, each stroke delicate, striving for a masterpiece of perfectly induced shivers and well released moans and I find myself gripping onto your hair as if for dear life, pulling you closer to me as if less space could help me catch my breath because it’s all so new and unanticipated all I can do is find myself reveling in the ecstasy— all I was hoping for in the moment was as much of you as I could devour, as much of your essence that I could inhale. I craved all of you, in every fiber of my body, every sense in my system and for once, I got exactly that.
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
Touches
You drag your fingertips across my skin as if you were painting a picture, each stroke delicate, striving for a masterpiece of perfectly induced shivers and well released moans and I find myself gripping onto your hair as if for dear life, pulling you closer to me as if less space could help me catch my breath because it’s all so new and unanticipated all I can do is find myself reveling in the ecstasy— all I was hoping for in the moment was as much of you as I could devour, as much of your essence that I could inhale. I craved all of you, in every fiber of my body, every sense in my system and for once, I got exactly that.
jess-ram
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
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