Sexual Decisions
The Imaginary vision of your big hands gripping every inch of my hips and thighs caressing them oh so gently . Biting on my collar bone . Whispering in your ear begging you to stop . My hands disappear below your waist. A slight groan is heard inbetween kisses oh how I have missed this beautiful feeling of you exploring my inner soul. When our lips meet the world stops everything is silenced. Wrapping your arms around me staring in my eyes telling me you are mine forever. Sends chills down my spine . As I awake a sudden sadness comes across my face was this just another fantasy role that I wish life would take. Was this whole thing just fake . Lifting my hair I gazed at my neck . A smile upon my face was just one of the marking you left .
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