You need a man who yearns to till your soil yet gives you the room to breathe and explore and grow under your own head of steam. A gardener.
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
Is it like this for everyone? His insatiable desire feeds my passion. His love bathes me in warmth. His kindness touches me. So much for me.
Shaken and stirred by you. Call me your martini. Lovemaking as heady as vodka and piquant as its olive. And you love drinking me, don't you?
Tangible lust like a base metal, soft emotion a feather in a breeze, the wanting almost unbearable, like a child in a sweetshop without any money, you will remain to me.x
Remembering your kisses, your hands on me, and you deep inside me. Your warmth envelops me as we drift off to sleep sated, but not for long.
It's like eating potato chips. I can't stop writing them.
I caress you softly and intimately, I watch you intently and I love you completely, and I see your body and eyes answer all of my questions.
Climax building to a crescendo. Flowing on you as you fill me. Overcome and shaking. Both spent until we begin again. Insatiable once more.
Her chest glistened of sweat as she rocked her hips in concert with his. She could feel her orgasm build with each deep, commanding thrust.
I lose myself in you when we make love but feel powerful. My power is exerted over your phallus and how it reacts to my every word and whim.
Lips meet with bruising intensity. Lush, soft skin against hard muscle. Probing deep within and secret forbidden places. Spectacular orgasm.
Kisses and caresses. Tongues dancing. Licks and bites. You pushing and me pulling you in deeper. Slow and easy, or hard and fast. Always us.
Your love transcends the distance between us. I feel it enveloping me, always, surprising and delighting me with its warmth and your kisses.
We kissed, we played, we both felt all. But we are with 'others'. What should we do, going forward? Kiss, fuck, cum and plan again? Say yes!
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
Rapture and bliss. You take me there. Ecstasy and delight. There is no world but this room, and no place but this bed. All we need is here.
Delicious discretion. Tawdry titillation. Salacious savaging. Flirtatious fornication. Illicit elucidation. Clear and climatic celebrations!
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
I awake to your kisses and caresses, your arousal. Enveloped in your warmth the waves of orgasm wash over me as you fill me again and again.
Our bodies glow with intense exertion. Our minds reel with pleasure and desire. Lovemaking, transcendent and orgasms, incandescent. Perfect.
Illusion? Or reality? Words have the power to move and excite us. Painting vivid images. Eliciting strong sensations. I want you here more.
Strangers far away. Intimate and anonymous, a heady combination. Inhibitions, pretense gone. No past or future. Only now, sensation, and us.
Your concise verbal carnality not casually chosen creates your desired mood along with the seductive glances you cast. Imagination stroking.
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
Touching your face, your chest, your... well, well you know, because I crave your hard length sliding inside my swollen wetness every minute
You are an ocean far away. Yet I can feel you so close. Your love and desire move through the ether warming me. I feel cherished and adored.
I have not forgotten how to write them. Just busy lately.
She blew a sensuous stream of hot air onto my shaven moist pussy before her lovely mouth and tongue made physical contact, giving me a delightful shiver of anticipation
He grabbed the back of my head, pushed his cock deeper into my mouth, breathed deeply, groaned and gasped in pleasure as his cock throbbed and pumped hot cum into my mouth
Pair o tits, ripe f'r a-squeezing. My fingers be doing lotsa pleasing. A smile develops, a moan a-builds. My tongue a-swirl has you a-twirl!
As his balls smacked into my ass cheeks, with every downward plunge, a ruckus reminiscent of clanging meaty cymbals echoed around the room.
The same GQP demanding we move on from January 6th, 2021 is still doing audits of the November 3rd, 2020 election.
