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Torn between two lovers...
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Torn between two lovers... On the one hand, I miss being able to tell you that I love you. But on the other, there's that hope and expectations of meeting someone new. I wonder if that is how<b> open relationships </font></b>work? I fight jealousy because I know there are no permanent possessions in this world, especially when it comes to people. They are rarely permanent, and never possessions. But, the idea of you with someone else drives me bonkers. My chest tightens, my breath catches, and I can literally feel something physical going on inside my gut. So what do I do? Evolve? Again? Why? Why can't I just be that troglodyte that thunders into your life and takes you to be mine? And then pile you in the corner with all my other toys! Hmmm? What? Feelings? Again? Oh yeah, and then there's that sad face thing you do... that one kinda hurts. Inside. I don't like that. I like when you smile. And, I especially like that smile you smile when I've touched you inside both figuratively and literally. There's that moment when we look into each others eyes and know... know that we were meant to be right here holding one another. But... uhm... I got that exhibitionary thing going on. I just like the way it feels to know that people like watching me. I wish you would watch. And then? You'd come over and crawl into bed with me and tell me how you know I was being bad again. You'd look under the covers at my flaccid member, scrunch your face, and ask me what is there for you now. It's all floppy. "Bad boy!" I'd shrug my shoulders and say that you could blow it back up, and do that silly sheepish grin thing that I do. We'd laugh, and you would kiss me. I would kiss you back and put my arms around you and hug you real tight, because I know that even though I'm 'bad' you still love to be with me. You'd squirm out of my arms. Look at me sternly. And say: "No, no kisses and hugs for you." I would give you a genuinely crestfallen look, and you would kiss me softly on my chest as your soft warm hand reached below and stroked me. I would smile and marvel at the delicate warmth of your mouth. I would hold my breath and feel every kiss as you lowered your precious lips and kissed down my stomach. You'd feel me harden in your hand. And I would feel the tip of my cock brush against your cheek as you turned your face to receive me into your mouth. You milk me with your mouth and I run my fingers through your hair and pull your mouth onto me as I thrust upwards to touch the back of your throat. And whisper: "I love you." You would look up at me and I would pull you up by the hair so that your lips would come up to mine. And I would kiss you passionately and deeply, wanting only to communicate without words how much pleasure you give me. And I would reach down with my hands to feel your hard nipples, soft skin, and incredibly wet pussy. And then I would know. I would know that the act of taking me into your mouth and me kissing you has also given you pleasure. It would be as if we were meant for each other. And it begins. Another moment of passionate bliss that we get to share manifests itself in our bodies as we instinctively pleasure each other. We revel in the power and control we have over one another's body. It titillates us to drive each other to orgasm. I get to grab you by the ass and push my face into your pussy. You get to swallow me whole and feel my pulse with your mouth. We turn. We squirm. We orally satisfy each other together and turn once again to look into the eyes of one who touched us so. I rise above you. I draw my body across yours. Our skin reacts electrically. And we feel my tip push softly against your lower lips. I slowly enter you in one long continuous stroke. We feel every inch of ourselves. We delight in the sensations until I am deep within you. We hold each other tight, me pushing in and you receiving all of me. And we kiss... Until I rise up again and pull back slowly. Rhythmically, I move myself in and out of you. Slowly at first, with ever increasing frequency, I move my body to pleasure us intensely. I reach down and softly kiss your lips. You grab me with your arms and kiss me back fiercely... I grab you by the hair, raise my head, and stare into your eyes and I whisper: "No, I'm not bad, I love you." But I have to ask... Is this enough?   |
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Thank you! It pleases me that you find pleasure in my words! 
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mmm... you definitely have a sensual voice as a writer. Check out my blog Loving Me... Tales of Life, Love and Lust at Love_My_42DDs_
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Thank you! I always appreciate your comments!
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Wow! Thank you! I like writing for the reader... and when someone connects to the words and let's me know. It is very satisfying. Thank you for your attention and praise. It means a lot to me!
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 It's easier to believe in the words than live them... when painting with words we can be idealized. Don't worry, I can be annoying too. 
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