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Quality TimeWarming up; broad strokes, slow. / Weaving in; zig zags, back and fore. / Quick flicks; suck and sip. Wanting more.

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Recovered Fragments: Remarkable Papyrus 80My soul departed from my body when you gave me head, / You really know how to unleash your wild side in bed!

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Recovered Fragments: Tampered Papyrus 79Two fingers to work / My magic / Is all that I

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CreamHorny Fingers; / On sticky lips, / a creamy delight

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Taste.Read your mind, and wrote back. Your body language, crossed the line. Your wet spots, one track. Taking my time, laying you. Face flat, pulling on your hair, head back. Hands spreading your thighs, take that. Two fingers inside, now taste that

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PulseI miss feeling / your pulse / around my fingers

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Pace MasterYour juices run down my finger. / The slim from your kiss linger. / My eager grows;

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The Silent LanguageBe patient, it might take some time. Just, let it build up. Don't uncross’em it will feel awesome. You should know yourself, what works best, rolling or rocking? Don't think about it, just relax. Use some muscle, the one between your legs. Hussle; ruffle and tussle, it’s like trying to make a puzzle fit; sometimes you gotta wiggle it a bit, a little bit.What’s wrong, you looked puzzled? You red, so into it. lights out; so intimate. Now try feeling between the lines, you have to focus a bit. Forget what you read; and what's been said; you won’t go blind, it’s all in your head. The only time you should lose site, is when you re-sight this vision in your head; closed eyes, on your loveseat, sofa or bed. Just repeat it in your head, like Simon said. Fuck around and hit the right button, you might wet the bed. My sign language tracing over your lips, repeating what I said. First come, first serve; you can't be beat. Just, listen to my voice, follow my lead. See, you don’t need to see men, to succeed, you got me.So. take your time, no rush. Relax, match your breathing with mine. slow, down, take your time.Touch your fingertip, to your little tip, and grind- press down harder, yeah, that is it.. Pause, fast, forward, left, right; rewind. Now, do all if that, one more time. But first, lick your fingertip, so your clitoris, rise and shine, glitterish. Your index, just slide, inside you appendix, cause I penned it; very specific. Here's another tip; curl your fingers, like a tongue would flick your upper lip - the thought alone should make you flip. Now your panties, soaking wet, that's my favorite. Just use your imagination; then go for it! Your heart will skip. Pace yourself, you can't cheat. Sped up your hearts rate, to your beat. You might have left a note to yourself, but I’m the one that wrote it all over your sheets!

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touch baseSliding two fingers inside herself, / She felt reminded of him, / In ways she had already felt.

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Sex 101Sex 101 / by Michael R. Burch / That day the late spring heat

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sliverHer skin / soft / like satin

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Touching My Unbroken ForestFrom tree to tree I open to the deep wild,As I lay gently on the damp grass of my forest.As my own clouds start to drop the slick drizzle of my rain,As my velvet, twin valley walls start to draw tightly together.As a tiny mountain range begins to grow and form,Rising high, a proud crest between those soft, surrounding slopes.Right at the peak, my tiny, hidden stone begins to ache,A vibrant center that pulses and expands with myself,As my storm moves that small, sensitive point from side to side,To up and down, waking every tight, hidden ridge of my heat.As the drizzle of rain turns into a wild waterfall,Misting heavily from tree to tree,As my inner lightning strikes the swelling peak to ache and tingle,To curl my toes tight and arch my back into the soil.As I start to enter the waterfall with a breathless rush,Tracing the shadowed walls of the canyon deep inside,As I feel the deep, rhythmic pitter-patter splash of the torrentA sudden, electric heat that echoes louder inside me every single time.A deep, desperate sigh rises out from the depths of my inner springs,As my entire body quakes like fierce, rolling thunder,Leaving its slick, pooling mark across my emerald grass,As it rapidly shoots out the drowning of heavy rain.Flooding wildly from my warm, plush valley to drench the roots,Soaking the trees as the waterfall crashes and overflows,Shaking my earth floor as it flows and finally sighs.

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