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In the bleak mid-winter
In the bleak mid-winter It's only bleak without the warmth of affection, the hugs and kisses, the slip and slide of mutual pleasure. There are so many points of pleasure: nipples, clits drive me wild. Precum and wet juices; the taste of them, the scent of ecstasy. I often wonder what it would be like to get acquainted by being together in pleasant conversation about passion and lust. Removing our clothes and touching ourselves across from one another, revealing the swellings, the breathing, the smiles, the yearning for mutual pleasure against the backdrop of initial restraint. Perhaps it would lead to physical connection and maybe the exposure of our own self regard would be enough. Would it be too much? What do you think? |
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