To Make You Feel Sexy
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Posted:Dec 30, 2010 2:05 pm
Last Updated:Jan 17, 2011 2:44 am
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I thought maybe I might try to write something that would make you feel sexy. I came back from the holidays with a little bit of the post holiday blues, but I don't want to write about that.
So I thought maybe I could paint a mental picture for you. That is if you want a mental picture. If you would like to feel sexy because of something I wrote.
If you just think of me as a blogging friend, then keep your imagination under control or this might be embarrassing! Or imagine it is the man of your dreams writing, not me, that's okay.
But if you would like to feel sexy here's how it could work. Imagine you were the girl I met in the coffee shop the other day. We were at the counter together. You had such flashing eyes, and I caught a hint of a smile when you looked at me. Your friend had just ordered Key Lime Pie, "because she had seen it on an American TV show and liked the sound of it." I smiled, and the one with the flashing eyes - you - smiled back and said, "she's very susceptible to suggestion." I chuckled and said something friendly, I forget what, and then my coffees came. I was with someone, so I couldn't really take it any further, but I was amused and pleased when, as I was paying for the coffees, she, you I mean, went and sat next to where I was going to be sitting. Was it coincidence? We won't ever know, but it made me wonder.
Our eyes kept touching every now and again all the time I was drinking my coffee, but nothing more was said. Later that day I found myself wondering what might have happened if it had been you. If I had been alone. I started thinking I wanted it to have been you.
I would have kept talking to you for sure. You had such an intriguing, gentle but naughty look. Like a temptress who would never be any trouble. Your breasts looked like they were deliberately being presented, in a nicely rounded bra, pushing hard against a white cotton top, with a light cardigan knit over. Your lips looked soft and kissable, and you spoke with a kind of girly but knowing lilt. Your friend obviously didn't approve of you picking up a guy like me in a coffee shop, but she soon saw it was hopeless and drifted away, while we talked more.
And then you took me by the hand and led me to somewhere quiet where we could let ourselves get carried away. Where I could look at your sexy eyes and feel the softness of your lips and the heat of your skin. And now, when I can, when I am alone in my bed, I see those eyes again, and I think of you lying there next to me. I think of you feeling the heat between your legs, the ache in your stomach. I imagine you wanting to wrap your arms round me. That sensation which makes you feel like the only way you can feel what you need is to wrap someone up in yourself and have them inside you. So we wrap your arms and legs around me and we push part of me inside you until it feels like we are no longer separate people, just one bundle of sensations, building up and releasing our feelings together. I think of your eyes and it makes me come.
I wanted it to be you.
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The Love You Make
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Posted:Dec 22, 2010 4:16 am
Last Updated:Dec 21, 2011 4:49 am
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Hey Guys,
Normally I like to do a big Happy Christmas post to all my friends, and give new and special people I have met on the blogs a personal mention, but I am in a rush packing to go away for the week, and my are still desperately pestering me to finish some last minute work so I simply don't have time.
I want to say this though - you have all become like a close circle of friends to me, which I value more than you might think. This year I have met new friends who I hope to get to know better, and I have got even closer to old friends too. One or two have disappeared, like Neo, Amaka, WillHe and Skierchick, and I miss them, though skierchick stopped in to say hello the other day which was lovely.
Plus I was amazed to find Prairie Girl, who I had admired from a distance, was actually lusting after me too, and you all know how amazingly sexy I think she is, even if she is a long way away.
One or two of you who I blog or correspond with have found special lovers this year, and I am really so happy for you. Long may these special relationships last, and, as I was reminded the other day, remember:
"And in the end, the love you take, is e-qual-to-the-love----- you make"
Happy Christmas everyone, Love from Dreamer.
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Recurring Dreams
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Posted:Dec 21, 2010 4:06 am
Last Updated:Jan 31, 2011 1:06 am
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I had a dream last night which featured a fictional girl about whom I have dreamed before. I just love it when this happens – when a good dream refers back to a previous episode. In this dream there is a girl who lives in a house diagonally across the street from me. Her room is on the top floor, the same level as mine, and it has a balcony from which, somehow, she can walk across above the street and climb in though my window. Her father mistrusts me (perhaps because he thinks I want to fuck his , which of course I do want, lol. )
Anyway, last night her parents were downstairs chatting with mine, (who for the purposes of this dream seem to live with me here in my house, ) but she was in her room getting dressed. She knew I was watching her from my window, but it was too dark in her room and I couldn’t see her clearly as she pulled on her clothes. One time she came to the window, smiled at me and closed the blinds. Then she climbed off her balcony, came to my window and said, “We have thirty seconds to kiss before I have to go down and ring your doorbell and sit with my dad.” Then she kissed me with hot, soft lips and ran off. Later, we were sitting with her friends by the river. It was just kind of relaxing, and I felt that soon her dad would come round to thinking that I was okay and that we could get on with being in love. So far, I haven’t had sex with her, but I think the dream is progressing, and if I see her again, I am hoping things will work out.
The now recurring nature of this dream reminded me of an old post of mine A Dreamer Dreams which most of you haven’t see, so I am posting an edited version below for you:
I don’t often have nightmares. Not the kind when you are being chased by a monster or your friend’s head falls off or something. But what I do have is what I call situation nightmares, two of which are recurring dreams which involve cars. The first one sees me driving a car in which the brakes do not work properly in reverse. So I am always standing on the brakes as hard as I can but still the car rolls towards a van, wall, lamp post or whatever. This often lasts for some time in a dream but rarely ends with any damage, but I hate it.
The second one has me driving a car which races on ahead of me on its own while I am left behind trying to steer by some sort of remote control. Not so much no brakes as that I never even think to try and stop. After a while the car usually goes racing round a corner a hundred yards ahead and I can't even see it but it's still speeding up. This is very scary, but again, never results in an accident. I have one or other of these dreams about twice a year and have had them since I learned to drive. It has got to the stage that whenever I dream I am driving this starts to happen.
Another dream I have sometimes is the opposite - uplifting in the extreme. I am standing by water, usually a swimming pool, when I remember that I can do something amazing. I can not remember when this started, and I only have it occasionally, but in this dream I remember that I can walk on water. So I step off into the pool, and my feet just squash down to about ankle deep or maybe shin deep, and I walk across the pool! Sometimes people are watching, but no one is particularly surprised, they just say "Oh yeah, he can do that." It is however a wonderful feeling and I always wake up invigorated after one of these.
Then there is the girl of my dreams. How can I describe her? I first dreamt of her when I was about fourteen, and she has visited me occasionally, maybe about six or seven times since. She never looks the same. The first time, I remember it well, she was about 5 ft 5, slimish, but rounded , dark brown hair in a bob, and she looked deep into me with stunning brown eyes. I remember thinking "this must be what it feels like to be in love." Since then I have dreamed about a lot of girls; girls I know, nondescript women, even famous people, but occasionally there's something I recognise that this is the one special dreamgirl and I think, "Oh my god it's her again." She has been blonde, tall, pale, dark skinned, small, red haired, amazonian, and even plain looking, but I know instantly when it is her. She looks at me as if to say, I am always here for you, nothing you could think or do would ever stop me loving you. Sometimes the dream lasts a while and we have some kind of adventure, sometime it only lasts a moment. But every time it is very special.
I don't know if telepathy exists, but I don’t think I have experienced it. I don't know if dreams mean anything other than the obvious "Your life is/could go out of control" type message in the recurring car dream. But the feeling I get whenever I have had a dream in which DreamGirl appears, the connected feeling is so vivid that I wonder if one day I will meet someone and look into her eyes and say "Is it you?" knowing that she will say "Yes it's me," rather than laugh at me and think it's a cheesy chat-up line!!
Funny things, dreams.
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Help Me Come
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Posted:Dec 20, 2010 9:34 am
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2011 1:33 pm
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For various reasons I have not had an orgasm since last Thursday.
I find when I haven't come for a while there are days when I can become hypersensitized to the sexual imagary around me in every day life. I was in a shop today buying a late Christmas present and the assistant had a gorgeous smile. I found myself thinking about her on the walk home, imagining my cock sliding in between her sexy lips and the smile on her expectant face as my come spread over her tongue.
Just now I was watching the snow forecast on TV, and weather girl, a slim blonde in a neat crimped shoulderless dress, had lovely long shapely arms. I could imagine peeling the figure-hugging dress down over her pert breasts and springing their sharp pink nipples into the open air.
I get like this when I feel horny. I like it though because it allows me to imprint images onto my mind's eye which turn me on more than obvious pornography ever could. Tonight I will slip between crisp new sheets into a warm bed and lie there letting these thoughts flick through my brain until I fix on one which will help me come.
But the thing which works for me most is reading your blogs and comments. They don't even always have to be sexy. I think it is the reality of the images I find so arousing. You are real people, telling me your inner thoughts. What could be sexier? So, in the knowledge that I may be half dreaming of some obscure sexual reference later on as I near the point of no return, would anyone like to furnish me with some little sexy thought of their own, just to feel more part of my little fantasy fuck later?
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They're Gone
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Posted:Dec 15, 2010 10:25 am
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2022 3:52 am
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Thers a place I drive by sometimes where there has been a turkey farm this year. I had got used to seeing them strutting about with their wattley beaks and their big heavy wings. Okay they don't look very bright, but they seem to be having a good time mostly. Then the other day they had all disappeared suddenly.
I like to think they have all gone off somewhere nice on their holidays maybe.
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My perversion reaches an all time low.
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Posted:Dec 2, 2010 10:37 am
Last Updated:Jan 19, 2011 9:23 am
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I was out in town today, and I saw a gorgeous woman in a shop. You know how I love a captive audience. She was wearing this flimsy blue dress and her breasts looked amazing. Rounded, full, firm and incredibly....what is the word...? Perky. Almost as good as Prairie Girl's. Her nipples were semi hard, and with no bra, they pushed obviously at the soft material. If the sun had been out they would have been pointing at it. I could barely believe my eyes.
I stared at her for a moment, and realized I was close to getting a hard on right there in the shop. The sales assistant, a guy, came up to me and asked if I was alright. For a moment I thought he was reading my mind, or worse, my trousers, but then I realized he meant did I need any help with my purchase. I said no, I was fine, and pretended to be looking at some heavy outdoor clothing, appropriate to the weather.
I glanced back at the object of my lust, wondering how on earth she had got me so flustered. She was tall, headless and made of plastic. But bloody hell those nipples were a turn on!
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Hollywood Dream Love
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Posted:Dec 1, 2010 4:26 pm
Last Updated:Jan 6, 2011 9:45 am
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Sometimes I write something and then a better way of putting it comes to me. Quite often that happens when someone disagrees with me - either because I see their point of view and it makes me look again at mine, or because I think the reason they disagree might be because my meaning wasn't clear enough, and so I have to find a better way to put it.
There were lots of different opinions on my last post, but Mystirose made a good point when she said she is turned off by "hollywood Dream love." I think I know what she meant. The fairytale romance followed by the happy ever after. We all know it isn't real, and yet most of us go on kidding ourselves it is going to happen to us. Some people even report that it has happened to them, and lasted too.
But I think that when that lasting love happens, it is probably based not on the Hollywood Dream, but on real, giving love. Don't think I am not aware of the appeal of Hollywood love. (Or of it's negatives either - I have had my share of both. ) I know how much fun it is, that feeling of falling in love and the buzz you get when you find your feelings are returned, especially if there is what I like to call "emotional lust" involved. It can be the biggest high, and the worst low too. Sometimes we almost push our emotions into feeling that way for someone, because it feels so good.
But people who stay together know that love isn't really about that demented early stage when you just can't get enough of each other - although of course that feeling can sometimes be the precursor of a deeper, longer lasting love. That kind of love carries on, even if something goes wrong with the relationship. I know only too well that dealing with the residual love that seems to have nowhere to go isn't easy. It is natural to keep wanting reciprocated love - it's like a drug, but if you stop it gets much easier, and actually, it makes relationships work better too.
That is sort of what I was trying to say in my last post. Really loving someone means wanting what makes them happy, even if it costs you difficult emotions, effort, and sometimes pain. Yes it is wonderful if your love is returned, but if either partner only loves in order to have it returned, it actually doesn't work properly. It is true that not getting love back really hurts, but my point is that real love is worth that pain - not for the getting - for the giving.
I like to think of it like a Christmas present: It is nice to be given something lovely, but even nicer to see the look on someones face when they open your gift and are delighted with it. Love should be a gift you give without expecting it to be returned as of right. You are only human, so you hope that it will be, but you go on giving anyway, because you love the person.
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Real Love Hurts
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Posted:Nov 30, 2010 12:47 pm
Last Updated:Jan 11, 2011 9:45 am
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Geysergirl had a post up with a quote by Neil Gaiman. It is a powerful piece of writing. Shortened down it says; Love leaves you crying in the darkness…..a simple phrase like “maybe we should just be friends” turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. I hate love.
Most of you know I have been there more than once - walking from room to room like a Zombie, blinded by the tears, not knowing what to do with myself. But the thing is, however much it hurts, if you really love someone, you are willing to put up with it, as long as they are not hurting too. Yes it wrings you out, and it can take a long time to get over it. Yes it leaves scars and can make you scared of getting involved again. It can make you lash out angrily for a while, or curl up and hide from the world.
But in the end you realize that you still love that person, that you want them to be happy; that feeling love for them still feels good, even if you don’t get it back in quite the way you used to. If you end up hating love, then I don't think it was really love - it was just something you wanted for yourself and didn't get.
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Do Red Heads Taste Different (Again)
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Posted:Nov 29, 2010 9:24 am
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2022 3:55 am
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This is a reworked post from ages back, but it is a subject I am genuinely curious about, and as there are some different people reading my blog now to those from a few years ago (including at least one proper red head) I thought I might re-open the subject.
However I'm not talking about love juices here, male or female, so we needn't get into the whole pineapple juice and not too much red meat and tobacco thing. (Although if you have a view on that feel free to share. )
No, it all started with a conversation I had with someone ages ago. We were talking about how there are two types of red-headed people, the darker, chestnut/auburn sort of hair (which I happen to find very sexy) and the paler, firey red/blond type with the invisible eyebrows and strange pale eye-lashes. (That's the type I dream about when I have the recurring dream about being in love with a lesbian who doesn't like men except for me, but I'm digressing. )
Anyway, she said she finds that pale type of red-head a bit scary. I know that's weird, but she had compensating qualities, so just bear with me for a minute. We were probably both in that kind of relaxed, say-whatever-you-feel-like frame of mind and before I had time to think about it, out of my mouth came; "yeah, and their skin tastes different too." After we had stopped laughing, I tried to explain what I mean. It's not so much the taste, it's the texture I think. They have that paler, floury skin, more prone to freckling, and I think it feels different to the touch of a tongue. The only problem is, I can only dimly remember one ginger girlfriend, a long time ago, and certainly not clearly enough to back up my conjecture with hard logic and facts. Then I went on to say how I had thought about doing some further research in the supermarket, - the place had been infested with red-heads and I kept wanting to stop them and ask if I could taste their skin (you know how I am with a captive supermarket audience, lol ) - but fortunately common sense, or was it common decency, had prevailed.
So I am now appealing to the wider collective experience of my readers:
Do red-heads have different tasting skin? Or different feeling skin for that matter. (And are there any female red-heads living near me and willing to travel, purely for experimental purposes of course.)
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Why Are We Here?
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Posted:Nov 26, 2010 5:17 am
Last Updated:Jan 12, 2022 3:59 am
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A while back I was asked by a blogging friend why I joined the site and I said I would post the story some day, so here it is.
In a way it was because of Sirenity. I am trying to remember how I first came across her name, but all I know is I was trawling the internet and I came across a link to a profile. I don't think I was looking for a site like AdultFriendFinder at the time, but I may have been, I might have been looking for something other than porn to grab my sexual interest. I have always been intrigued by people who are open about sex, but although I have had plenty of girlfriends I have never really done open relationships or multiple dating, just a series of monogamous relationships really.
But I remember I was in a frustrated mood. Most of you know the story of why I haven't had sex for years. I don't normally go into it openly on the blog, not because it is a secret but because I don't want to be misunderstood by the masses, and because it is a secret from people in my real life, and I want to keep it that way. Anyone who writes to me and asks gets told why, and mostly they understand my reasoning.
But Sirenity really caught my attention. There was something about her face, she lived near here and she described herself as "a good girl gone bad," which I kind of liked. I wonder now if she was actually real, or whether she was one of those fake profiles used to try to lure us into spending more money? I like to think she was real. I looked at her picture often over the next few weeks and I tried to track her via the internet, and found several references to her.
(I found lots of hidden back doors and pages meant to be only accessible via AdultFriendFinder which are actually open to the internet by the way, before I ever even joined the site. If you don't know about this, try searching for your own user name and see what happens. )
But in the end I worked out that I was going to have to become a member, and by then it was clear that Sirenity - if she had ever existed, had been around some time previously, but had now disappeared. But I soon found that amongst all the odd-ball strange people, there were a lot of interesting sexy people finding their way onto this site, asking advice, sharing experiences and thoughts, and the blogs - real thoughts of real people about their sex lives really hooked me. I liked writing, I found it therapeutic to talk about things from my past which had haunted me, and get them into proper perspective, and I made friends. So I stayed.
And now I feel I have come full circle. I started out blogging knowing I had a problem with my situation and my feelings, and although I do feel like I went a long way to solving the problem of the Lioness and some misplaced referred anguish I have always carried around, in some ways it is still there.
But the big question, and what do I do next, is still unresolved. Here I am, four years later, still trying to work out what direction to take and I am no nearer the answers. Either choice asks me to be a person I am not, don't want to be, can not become.
Prairie Girl understands this; she is always supportive, and knowing she is there keeps me from crashing off wildly too far in either direction. But her presence in my life asks a question I can never answer. I had mail from "The Blogger Who Loved me" today, one little paragraph showed that she understands me as well as she always did, almost better than I do myself, and reading it made me realize that my situation hasn't really moved on much since the day she and I first exchanged comments on the blogs. Maybe the truth is I don't really want it to? Because although I am not satisfied with how things are, I can't see an answer which would make things better.
So where to now? I don't know. This isn't a new feeling for me, but I thought I would have had it sorted by now. All I know is, being here, blogging with you guys really helps. Without it, I am sure I would rush off in one direction or the other and then regret my actions. Maybe the inertia is not a good thing, but it seems to be the best answer I can find at the moment.
Now if I had got involved with Sirenity - heaven knows what might have happened!
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What I Want
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Posted:Nov 23, 2010 2:48 pm
Last Updated:Jan 5, 2011 7:20 am
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A mixture of lack of sex and the thought of Susie Kolber interviewing Prairie Girl on sixty minute sleepover is making me horny. One minute I am fine, the next I am fixated by the thought of coming, into a warm willing mouth. The feeling of being enclosed in a gentle sucking vacuum with an insistent tongue scrubbing firmly at my sweet spot until the thrilling tingles begin to build up between my legs and I feel it well up and then squeeze out in a series of firm pulses, spreading over your tongue and into your throat.
I want to see that momentary look of surprise on your face, turning to delight as you murmur "Mmmmmm," contentedly and smile up at me as you start to swallow while you keep sucking.
That's what I want.
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Sixty Minute Sleepover
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Posted:Nov 22, 2010 4:06 am
Last Updated:Aug 23, 2011 1:33 pm
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I had this strange dream last night in which I got a job as a TV producer and had an idea for a program called "Sixty Minute Sleepover." In it, the host, or hostess, would interview guests in bed while having sex with them. Like a kind of erotic chat show.
I was wondering who I would get to be the presenter.
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That Accidentally Sexy Look
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Posted:Nov 18, 2010 10:21 am
Last Updated:Oct 19, 2011 11:40 am
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You know the one I mean. Some people have it nearly all the time. Others have it sometimes. I have even felt that I might have it myself occasionally. But for me it's a rare gift.
It can be a look in the eyes, or a way of moving, or a smile, or a combination of all three. But it gives you a lurch in the stomach when you see it.
It's the look which attracts the most attention. The look which says "I wasn't trying to look sexy, but I just couldn't help it." TV presenters are often blessed with it I think, maybe that's what producers euphemistically mean when they say "the camera loves you."
I had an email with a picture sent to me the other day saying "I wore this dress to a baptism and all the men were ogling me. Did I look slutty? I thought I looked suitably conservative." Well, yes she did. A simple below the knee dark coloured dress with a sober pattern, and a black cardigan over the shoulders. Oh but how could I explain it? That dress. The image is etched into my mind. My nipples ache and my cock twitches every time I think about it. I can feel my heart quicken a beat. Why? I can't really explain it.
Someone who has this look has an aura of being ready for sex. That doesn't mean indiscriminate. In fact I often think this look goes hand in hand with the kind of confidence that allows us to be choosy. This person is in command of their own sexuality, and it shows through, whatever they are doing. It's the James Bond look; the confidence which says "I know people with find me attractive, I might be interested, but I can wait for the right person before I make my choice. Plus I have to save the world at the same time."
It wasn't that she looked as if she had been poured into the dress - although she did - it was the liquid she was made of that the dress showed off. Liquid sex, that was it, she was made of liquid sex. No wonder they wanted some of her. I bet it's the same when you set eyes on a guy who knows his own body. He might be perfectly dressed for the occasion. He might have a firm, flat stomach, he might have strong, toned shoulders and an easy smile. He might be talking about the weather, or listening intently while you tell him things that are important to you. But it's the easy way he is standing; the little smile that crinkles the corner of his mouth, or that look in his eyes that does it for you. The the feeling that he knows how firm and strong his cock will feel as it slips inside you that makes you go weak at the knees.
Isn't it.
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