not written by me, but by the fabulous miss P. I keep having these pictures in my head about going down on my hands and knees in front of you Unzipping you Drawing you out Touching and exploring you Feeling you get hard Tracing the contours of your body The velvet softness of your skin…

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Hips swaying to a rhythm beyond my grasp, I watch in rapt fascination. My arousal stretching to unknown places. The sinuous controlled dance, burning a connection from your gaze. Your eyes somehow never left mine. At once utterly connected and somehow coy, I am utterly spellbound. My hardness pushing at the seam of my jeans….

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Tendrils of sensual bliss cross miles of digital distance. The curve of you perfect breast almost hidden below silken covers. Your lust transcends the space. The erotic folds of desire cannot evaporate and your orgasmic delight in the words is felt with dignity, grace and desire.

last night my I felt the beat and sway of an orgasm of fingers melting on hips, merging soul. unable to cross a chasm of wet, hot, delirious desire, it knew it’s I was not alone in fervent, delirious fantasy.

The fragrance of your heat inflames the synapses of my lust, melting thoughts into mist. delirious in the painful ecstasy, time diminishes towards mesmeric collapse.