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I posted about this twice before, I think.
But I just don't know how to capture how the other night felt, Monkey giving me a backrub and then stopping and kissing my skin over and over, whispering about my body's smell, his face pressed against my skin, inhaling the scent of me
and not even the smell of my cunt but just the smell of my skin, whispering over and over how good it felt, how wonderful to touch me at all, here, someplace not even sexual
his lips pressing against my flesh over and over as he kissed me, a ritual, a sign, a sacrament
and I felt the heat rising in my flesh as my skin drank his devotion, and my body became light and winged and I remembered, back through years and years and fantasy over fantasy, people offering themselves, pledging loyalty, becoming mine
and i don't think i felt like crying but the best hackneyed phrase for it all is "i felt like crying."
because this was it, and it was real.
But I just don't know how to capture how the other night felt, Monkey giving me a backrub and then stopping and kissing my skin over and over, whispering about my body's smell, his face pressed against my skin, inhaling the scent of me
and not even the smell of my cunt but just the smell of my skin, whispering over and over how good it felt, how wonderful to touch me at all, here, someplace not even sexual
his lips pressing against my flesh over and over as he kissed me, a ritual, a sign, a sacrament
and I felt the heat rising in my flesh as my skin drank his devotion, and my body became light and winged and I remembered, back through years and years and fantasy over fantasy, people offering themselves, pledging loyalty, becoming mine
and i don't think i felt like crying but the best hackneyed phrase for it all is "i felt like crying."
because this was it, and it was real.