The rate you fuck me is excruciatingly slow.
You look up at my face and smile at my impatience.
I bang my hands on your back, but you continue your momentum.
I cry, and you catch my tears with your lips.
You whisper, “hush,” then hasten your movements.
“I want you to feel where I’ve been,” you breathe into my ear.
“Tomorrow.”
“And the next day,” you say.
As you release your essence into me.
You breathe your promise to me.
To do it…
Again.
And.
Again.
To never stop,
What we’ve begun…
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Powerfully moving….:)
Thanks my dear Superman. Your comment means so much to me.
Have to change your play to win.Can’t play them all the same way.
Does that mean you like it? If so, thank you my sweet.
Yes the quick fix thing just doesn’t do it for me. Anybody can get a quick fix.
No quick fix here. Keep it slow…..
Yeap does wonders for cardio.LOL.
The promise of a loving future…. we all could be so lucky. 🙂
Oh yes, the promises. Again and again. The promises.
So very sexy. I loved reading this.
Thank you so much my dear. Glad you liked it.
Love that has no end… how devine
Indeed my dear. Indeed.
NOT THE END ………..:( ………..
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo love it – You were meant to write like This – 🙂 🙂 🙂 xxxxxxx sensuality plus 🙂
Thank you sweetie. I think you’re right. I don’t think it’s the end. I’m hoping it’s only the beginning…
Yeah, I’m in love. No stalking, just sighing.
You do this well,
Scott
That’s a great compliment Scott. I don’t think you’re stalking at all. Believe me, I’ve been stalked because of what I write. You’re just fine.
Love, Renee
Good!
I feel like tearing my pillow under me now.. making the momentum higher than ever,, letting the finger deep inside and making a slow release of the essence slowly while the tongues hush ..as it travels through the beautiful red cherries down and touching the point of ecstacy..:)
You need to write this as a story or poem. It’s beautiful. I like the visual of the red cherries. It’s so pretty. I can see them. So, so pretty….
wow.. so nicee.. i too see them …. i got this feel only now..sure i can make a long poem,,, i see the red cherry touching the lips of the two beautiful rose petals sticking together in between the beautiful thighs…and making a silent travel … and drinking the pre-essence of the rose petals.. making as a welcome drink…and making a warm welcome.. it moves fast and ends with giving a ice cream all over the rose petals 🙂 lol…i made it haha
great one… love it, love it and yes I think I love it…
Does that mean you loved it? Giggle!
So glad you did my dear man.
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