Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Aching continued
He of course was aware of his affect on me. It wasn't transparent and I don't usually play hard to get. That just wastes everybodies time, if the notion is sex, then be sexual. Still I had misgivings as I watched him return from the washroom, his hard body signalling his prowess even under the...
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An ache
His touch was like an icy wind on the small of my back. It made me want to leap out of the cushiony seat and regret wearing the dress with no back. I was reivited by his eyes, the color of malacite, and his lips that had that fullness that made me wonder how they tasted and how they would feel,...
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