There was this familiar passionate look in her eyes as she did all this and the way she got engrossed in her excitement.

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There was this familiar passionate look in her eyes as she did all this and the way she got engrossed in her excitement.
It was almost like kissing freshly watered flower petals only this time all the nectar is there for your taking.
I pinned her on the wall like the masterpiece she was. My Monalisa. The kisses never ending. I may have smudged her into some form of abstract art.
Their bodies moved in harmony as their breathing got even more laborious with her every minor fall and major lift.
What they both agreed on is that they both loved the spontaneous grabbing of the ass while running errands at the house and in public while no one was looking. The lost look in her eyes after a long passionate kiss. The bite marks at weird places from the spasms and my aching wrist from the death grip between her thighs.
It was one of those slow weekends through which he hangs around in his pyjamas all day with half a wood in his pants for most of it. This was no worry anyway since he lived alone and hadn’t seen himself living with someone for the next year or two to come. He had dozed …
For now, her cold feet took the best of her and all they could help her do was walk out of his life and hope things would change.
He had decided to make her little insecurities his reasons to love her more. Not because he found solace from his own frailties but because he wanted to love her until she could love herself.
The kisses lingered too long and when he gasped for air, he broke it off and he stood up to drop his pants.
All she did was open her legs and close her heart to him. He could not reach her. No engagement tone. Just a ring.
The phone call came in a bit too late into the night. Or should I say in the wee hours of the morning. She needed to sleep after a long night with a soaked pillow and she could use a listening ear. Jacob never missed a call. The many times she called he was always …
Every time he lay there in his nude lonesome after she went to clean up, he wondered if he could do anything to change the situation. Deep down inside he knew he'd never fall in love with anyone else. No proxy girlfriend could ever fill the big shoes she stepped out of as she walked right out of his life.
(Cont'd)... He did not want to go off to the next war fighting another war in his head. He had battled within himself on whether to make this life of wait and anxiety a permanent thing for her. Whether she really deserved all the pain that comes with it and how every knock on the …
...She fancied the idea of making him drink from the fountain of life right under the cross...
(cont'd) I undid her zipper gently and there was little objection. The dress dropped to her ankles revealing the girls and her magnificently chiseled body. I often wondered silently to myself if they made them like that anymore. While I was adoring her frame, she subtly undid my belt and zipper and I subconsciously walked …
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