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My Lover
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My Lover My lover. Ohhh, the sound of that word turns me on. The feel of it as it rolls round my mouth, across my tongue and out my lips. It makes you use your tongue, your lips to say it; invoking memories of using them on you. It’s more. More than a fuck buddy. A fuck buddy has all those hard edges; it can sound playful or rough. If you put the emphasis on the buddy it sounds like friends that play, friends with benefits, friends who know how to make each other scream and laugh with delight. If you put the emphasis on fuck it becomes less personal ‒ a physical connection only. A good physical connection, maybe hard and fast caught moments; maybe a mind blowing, sweat soaking interlude where both of you leave drained but sated. And if you don’t put emphasis on either word, it sounds to me like a necessity. Physical need is met but there is no connection. More. More than a boyfriend/girlfriend. They may be someone you touch and cuddle, and pinch and tickle. But if they are not your lover, then it’s like ’s play ‒ who gets there first, how far can I get, when will they say no? A feeling of accomplishment for each little step along the way ‒ unable to see the forest for the trees. More. My lover. The one who completes me, in that moment, as I complete them. The one who stirs the embers; who can keep a fire burning long and low, simmering through us. Or bring on a flash fire that scorches quick and sudden; pulling back to that glow. My lover knows me and is still looking, listening, finding new spots to make me gasp, and moan, and purr. My lover. Our pleasure builds between us. A sharing, a giving, an escalation. I give my pleasure to you, you give your pleasure to me and it grows with the exchange … ebbing and flowing like the ocean until it’s just enough to bring a wave of ecstasy crashing over both of us. My lover. It conjures up pictures in my mind of full body stroking, touching all over, licking and nuzzling, kissing and sucking. Long, slow, steady strokes, quick flitting flutters. A quick invigorating smack on the ass and soothing, smoothing touches to calm it. My lover. Hours of play, of touch, of having you in me. Your cock filling me or your fingers teasing me, my pussy embracing it, them. Welcoming. Languid plunges or short, quick strokes, just being in me. Looking into my eyes, letting me fall into yours. Breathing me in as I cum. Ohhh … My lover. I embrace it. I cherish it. People pass through our lives so quickly and a lover may move on. But once you’ve been my lover, you’ll always be more. |
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i am such a lucky S.O.B.! this wonderful woman as allowed me the pleasure(s) of being called a..."lover"  if you do not allow this woman into your life, then you are a COMPLETE FUCKIN' IDIOT ! nuff said! woody
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