I sit transfixed, watching his mouth articulate the words, the detail, the tone lulling me into a false sense of security. I've listened to him before - taken direction, even - thus I find myself relaxing into it, seeking out the key words, the instructions. His chosen words caress my skin as my mind wanders, appreciating his vast vocabulary as I
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Good job.
just curious... Was there a issue with cut and paste or did you repeat the first part for effect?
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While the actual physical actions of sex are incomparably exciting, there's something (for me) deeply moving about that gesture of someone reaching into one's trousers and grasping one's member. It's like he word, creeping soft and warm into one's ear a moment before the tip of your lover's tongue follows it, or the hand on the neck that presses one down onto one's knees or back against a wall. It's deliciously invasive and possessive.
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