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Those Sweet Red Kisses
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Those Sweet Red Kisses Those Sweet Red Kisses Cheekily I asked if you liked oral you thought I said Orwell so you quoted back to me 1984 when I was thinking 69 and after some more bantering agreeing and disagreeing on tunes and finding the night air growing colder we due closer and both of us grew bolder leaning in to kiss took almost an infinity and when our lips met we paused considered and tasted and delicately sought a kiss the other would enjoy we knew no subtle ploys so your leg over mine we moved into embrace and to entwine those kisses deeper and more fervent became as I felt your heat upon me and my hardness clear your brushing touch of interest my hand slipping in your blouse's warmth cupping a breast full and rolling nipple taut sensitive and our kiss became a sonnet of loving as more ardent our kisses flowed across us upon jawline and cheek and sweet throat we sucked and licked and kissed and had a thousand kissing variations and my hand on your thigh and I swept it across bare skin and closer you leaned in paused in kissing to whisper yes into my ear a spurt of breath and my fingertips swirled curled and spun a thousand spirals on velvet thigh around and over and across and down on soft cushion of warm skin slipped higher and palm stroked across and for a moment in kissing you were lost paused and wriggled and gasped a tiny moan of approval for me and your own hand cross my hardness stroked and I had to think of themes of 1984 to not have run my race before we both have learnt more these kisses melt together as our bodies meld together rocking a rhythm of our own devising and you growing moist under my fingertips how your skin soft grips a light caress of swollen bud and your hips a new note bring tunes and rhythms and sensations across and through me channeling back to you each sensual rising sensation passion in kiss and touch entwined together and thinking of nothing but this pleasure ecstatically rising on the swell to edge of peak orgasmically lightning rods for these feelings a brushing finger or lingering tongue so close and then to Nature succumb tightening in grasp as rhythm breaks as entire body shakes you stilled in act of moaning flushed and breathing deep in husky voice you utter sleep and I kiss those sweet lips and say maybe later. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction |
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Glad you came along to take it  Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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What a ride. Independently Romantic Sounds Better Than Lonely
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when conversation becomes making out and making out becomes loving delight. Thoughts in sensual pleasure to erotic writing writ. Feel free to travel - click - to my blog: An exploration introduction
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