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These Nights These nights I lie in bed and think of you. Your hands on my body. Your voice in my ear. The heat rising off you, fueling my own flame. Your lips trailing along my skin, finding the places that make me moan and writhe. The curve of my hip, the nape of my neck, the hollow of my throat. I burn with want, consumed by a need for your possession. This is madness I tell myself, sleep interrupted by thoughts of us. I read your texts again like they have new things to say in the darkness, things we dare not even whisper in the cold light of day. Too stubborn. Too pragmatic. My fingers trail along my skin and I pretend they are yours, although they are too soft and slender. I grip and squeeze, rub and tease, hoping for some facsimile of relief. I trace the heavy fullness of my breast, glide a path over the curve of my stomach and then dip lower, to where my body weeps for you. Do you think of me and do this too? I like to pretend that’s true. That you touch yourself and wish it was me, my hand, my mouth, the velvet vice of my cunt, gripping you. Memory and fantasy start to collide as my fingers move faster now, my clit a hard nub of need that throbs insistently. The lush softness of my pussy a taunting contrast to your thick hardness, a reminder of how we fit together. I slide one finger inside, it’s not nearly enough. I add another and set a rhythm. I close my eyes and remember how you felt moving above me, your hair-roughened skin creating delicious friction as I writhed beneath you, my hips arching into the push-pull of your cock, setting a million nerve endings on fire. I rub faster, pinch harder, my breath panting out of me until the memory of your voice, low and harsh, demanding my pleasure is my undoing. I buck against my own hand, a soft, guttural noise escaping me. My muscles lock and shake as the pleasure crests, bliss hot and bright in my veins. I hover for a timeless moment, suspended in the ecstasy of the memory of you. Then the moment breaks and I am spent, panting and flushed, the ache of wanting to be assuaged. For now. I close my eyes and try to sleep. exoticeva~  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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5/24/2020 4:14 am |
The sweater says it all.
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Holding up okay so far. Was out hiking on the Appalachian Trail near my cabin today, keeping a safe distance from the few hikers I saw. Fortunately it's a big forest. I hope you're doing well under these scary circumstances.
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Too real   "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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Too real
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4/9/2020 8:58 am |
You're amid a culture where to be uncertain is the greatest sin of all — never mind that uncertainty is the crucible of self-transcendence, a culture that has commodified the cultivation of happiness and industrialized the eradication of sadness. Want and sadness are a part of life as the water you drink or the air you breath, day and night.
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ali A warm hug.... A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. George Bernard Shaw Jenny
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Nice story
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You are always on my mind "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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