your sweet hello, yes it is ;-) I was still alive, some would say - what a pity .... I do not care ... ;-) I'm quite busy and I am therefore currently rare for surfing, but now I will contact you back often ... PROMISED! As a small compensation of one of my new works ... And from this:>> image from vacation ;-) <<
imagination
I stroke my hair and think it was your hand that touches me. I nestle myself in them. Your smell will bring you from the remembrance of me. The tenderness of the touch startled and moved me to my face at the same time. I feel you not only there. You fill the room with your presence. You come closer and bend yourself over me. You kissed me. You make me begin to move out. Your scent is like a wonderful cloud that envelops me. A mist of sweet stunned me, kidnapped me from this world can entschweben. I feel your presence, feel the touch. The candles burn softly blowing in front of him and distribute soft light. You put me on the floor, your hands wander over my naked body, are everywhere, let me groan. I wish you laid on me, and you do it. I feel the sweet burden of your body as a relief. You continue to touch me, to caress me. Your hands slide over the most sensitive areas. You support from you and judge you. Your gaze wanders over my face like a touch, like a gentle caressing hand. You smile. You let yourself down again on me and hold me tight with your eyes. Your mouth is closer. You touch my lips - and kissed me. I crushed with longing, I'm longing for your tongue, your mouth. You let me wait. Slowly open your lips and you drive gently with your tongue on mine, which are still closed. In anticipation, I lie there and feel the intoxicating lightness of your body all over mine. It is almost unbearable. I could kiss you now, but I want you to do it first. Your tongue moves slowly between my lips and opens it always a little more until you can see the inside of the lips with her caress. The gentle glide excites me. I want more. I open my mouth slowly and take up quite devoted to me. You begin to explore the interior. It's still not a real kiss, more a seeking and sliding. You increase my excitement with agonizing slowness. Your hands slide back down my body, the fingers look wrinkles and hidden corners. I groan and bend me towards you. You deprive yourself of my movement and raise the excitement. "What are you doing to me?" You laugh softly. Affectionate, excited. You do not answer. I try your hand with my movement . Follow I feel the hardness of the ground beneath me, the softness of your body to me. It's like the polarity of the universe. I am almost torn away. Your hands are fast and safe, gentle and knowledgeable. You do not hesitate before you enter into me, leaving me again. Your take my fingers wet. My moan is just a response to barely perceptible stimuli. You touch the source of pleasure and are already gone. I do not know if hours have passed, or only minutes. You command my skin to contract and I shudder. Waves cover my entire body, leaving goose bumps. Small beads of sweat from my pores steal, as did they escape your attention. I do not know where I am. I hear the sound of the water. Your fingers to seek them. Some my nipple, which straightens even harder the other way on the inside of my thighs down between my legs. As a firm connection, a hot, glowing beam pulls in through my body from one place to another. Your lips on mine and lower down again this time you kiss me. Hard, demanding, without a break. I almost suffocated. Now I want to feel like I want the fire. I long to me entirely to you. Your lips move and leave my mouth on my neck to my breasts. Leave a hot track. You take to suck the nipple and start it. It hurts, but I do not want you to stop. My breasts hurt more and more. You play around the nipples only with your tongue going, slightly above it, makes me feel like the crest of the innovations, listen to again. The attraction decreases. Your hand between my legs spread the wetness. You pull out your fingers and lick it off. "Hmm", you say your fingers between my legs go back and look for the pearl. When you touch them, I cringe. Satisfied are you laughing quietly. Your mouth descends again on my chest and you'll find the same rhythm. Your finger on my pearl and your tongue on my nipple. It is hell. The pain is unbearable. The simultaneous stimulation leads me to the harbingers of madness. You're getting faster, but little. The increase tortures any point in me. Then come back slowly, as you realize that I'm about to explode. Your touch is the hint. I almost just feel the breeze of the movement. I groan with disappointment. Suddenly, you lower yourself completely down on me. Your mouth on mine, your hand on my chest, your fingers inside me, pushing and challenging, then again as a soft touch inside the entrance. Then only one, at the center of feeling, ever faster, furiously. Now you want to control myself, I have, and I will it, too. You fly only along, through the mouth, chest and thighs, between my legs, creating a fire that no one can delete everything. Like a volcano, it erupts. The heat flooded my body and collects in my stomach. I hear my own groan after expansion. You are with me and hold me tight. I wrap my arms around you and you never want to let go, feel your whole body. Skin to skin, everywhere, in every fiber. Suddenly, your weight is gone. I'm confused. I see the door. You stand there, you're dressed, ready to go. I wish to protest, but no sound coming out of my throat. You say nothing, you just smile on your special kind, enigmatic, mysterious. You lift your hand. Suddenly I remember. So it was, when I first saw you when you say goodbye was great. I knew you not, and I found you sweet, charming and adorable. Most of all I would have followed you. I will hold you back, but you wave one more time. You do not go. Your contours dissolve, until only remains your smile - and your smell. I am alone. I close my eyes and breathe you deeply. I smile ...so your sweetener that's it for now again. Hope you enjoyed my little story - if not even care ... Yah!
kiss kris
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