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I can see each step I take I get closer and so do you. We will meet soon, I know, I can feel it in my bones. There is an energy surrounding me, as if you were whispering your assurances in my ear.
I'm not controlling anything anymore, I'm going with the flow and trusting, I'm surrendering. Relinquishing my control and gaining power. The power to walk surely towards you as you are running to me.
I see you running up the street, smiling and looking me in the eye like a stallion.
I laugh out loud throwing my head back and when I reopen my eyes they have that shine, that glow only love can give.
One thing that inspires me in this life (and possibly many others) is looking at men. The more undressed they are, the better. I like looking at their calves and arms. Then their bums, faces and chests, belly, legs and obviously, their “playground”.
But talking about dressed or partly dressed men, the calves and arms are what are usually in display. When they are muscly I find them yummy and several times I felt like going to a man and saying:
“Would you mind terribly if I bit your arm?” (or calf depending on the body part that attracted me the most)
“Just a little bite, I promise not to mark you too much”
My manic grinning might scare them a bit. Although, if they are macho enough, I would think they would be up to the challenge.
Fortunately, or unfortunately, the manic in me doesn’t come out to the real world very often and I haven’t bitten anyone (that I haven’t taken to bed)... yet.
Every time I see a scrumptious arm or a tender leg the urge to ask the question comes back though. One of these days...
Would you let me bite you?
My eyes are closed. The sun warms my naked skin. I open my eyes and sigh in pure pleasure. The view is astonishing, the horizon covers an intense blue sea, the colour seems almost unreal with it's sunlight illumination.
I revel in a most comfortable chair on a sundeck. Except that the chair starts caressing my breasts and moves with the rhythm of a breathing; and suddenly the comfort is no longer as there is a hard stick pocking my back
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Where is the pair for this dance?
My hands are against your chest. I can feel what I call "your texture"... it is not only the way your skin is as smooth as velvet, it is the feel of the muscles underneath it. I love it
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Flashbacks are not something that come in order, they just assault you in the middle of your day, night, with no respect whatsoever for what you are doing. These visuals come sometimes with smell and taste but usually your hearing is suddenly impaired and all you can hear is your own breathing.
They are also something you should never ever, ever, share with the person that caused them to you. It will open you in half and let such person know how much you were paying attention, will bare your heart, lust and soul and give to the other such empowerment that should be guarded by any means. Also it can freak the other person out. Happened before
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I am lying in a soft bed, I love the texture of the sheets and pillows. I can feel my skin has that special texture, that amazing smoothness that comes only with happiness and fulfilling sex.
I am on my side, sleepy but not asleep, I can see there is light outside seeping through the window and I can hear the sound of the ocean pounding nearby
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