He perched himself like a living tiger, wild, impossible to tame. Every move he made seemed loaded with a primal force, something that
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That man drives me nuts. He has a tender look, but he is the biggest pervert that he has tasted my body. And it's a delight to feel its venom.
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I was hers many times. As many as he wanted. We did it in the positions he liked the most, I enjoyed watching it burst into pleasure. I was hers and I loved being one.
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I always said I didn't have many tries left, that my ability to deliver was coming to its reserve. Then you appeared, and with you, that strange certainty that the journey was finally over. You became my last card, the one you keep under your sleeve not for trick, but for hope; the master move that is thrown to the table with your heart beating strong, convinced that this time the prize was peace.
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They don't know how erotic and chaotic it is, and it's crazy to taste their honey.
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Intimacy is more than sexuality, intimacy is more than seeing, touching and kissing the other naked.
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The most dangerous man is the one who plays innocent after doing dirt.😞 Because that kind of man doesn’t just do wrong... he rewrites the story to make himself the victim.
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I'm in the mood... I really want you to want it too. Really looking forward to a forever with you. From a beautiful love of those that usually happen in books.
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You and I have that connection, which drags us into addiction, a classic addiction of power and pleasure, because your male talents and my female charms make the perfect combination.
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To my fantasies, there is you... You that devour me naked in your thoughts, you run me with your imagination before my mouth name you.
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Lets wet the bed from you, from me, of honey, of wine. May the sheets stick to our sweaty skin, may the smell of your neck mix with the sweetness of spilled honey.
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How beautiful it is to dream, to dream of love, but more beautiful is to draw it in letters, in sighs, in verses, in prose and poems.
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