Ecstacy Of Me As I lay here in solitude my thoughts think you, it wanders off if its me you thinking too. I began to touch myself in ways of getting more familiar as I caress and explore my endless brown skin. I close my eyes to imagine its you who presue. Persuading me to indulge and except its... Sign in to see full entry.
*THE ECSTACY OF ME*:
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BEING LONELY AND HAVING THOUGHTS OF BEING WITH THE ONE SHE LOVES CAUSES HER TO TOUCH HERSELF.