Gentle Play

"Intimacy can be powerful, especially when it is gentle"

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I stroke her pale, hairless mound, and she rocks with the rhythm of my gentle caresses, deeper now.

I kiss her soft mouth, which opens so our tongues can explore.

We kiss harder now as our passion builds.

I want all of her, she all of me, and this night belongs to us. Her hands, like mine, become a storm where thunder and bolts of lightning will strike us together. 

As my words drip from my lips to hers—my inkwell spilling and running over the brim of her curves and folds, as I plunder her deep into our eternal night.

Published 1 year ago

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