...I am the Clay
...I am the clay Hands slowly molding my body, Caressing up and down with smooth even strokes, Moist and wet I get from the touch of your fingertips. Gently enveloping my soft insides. Softly moving to my sides. Your hands fitting across my body; perfectly round As the red dye bleeds to the ground. So intense is the feeling of concentration As delicate fingers encircle me without reservation. Patiently awaiting for the climaxed touch Longingly awaited with so much. Anticipated forum of extreme... Sign in to see full entry.