When I exited through the door this morning I saw the sun and I told God Thank You!
I thanked him for all the wonderful works he did in the nature I see then I told him Thank You for assisting you in finding me.
The warmth from the sun pales when compared to the heat of my love and desire for you.
The "very good" of the Father's work are embodied in the stature he formed for you. I'm always in awe that I was created to support, encourage, build, help, and fit perfectly upon you.
You are my evidence that my God's love is forever true, for there are no words that can fully express how you do that which you don't know that you do.
So "Good Morning my Love!" May you be blessed throughout your day.
I pray that our Lord guide you in each step that you take that easy and successful may be your way.
When we came together again I'll be excited to be in the presence of my Lover and my friend.
Saturday, December 1, 2012
Monday, October 15, 2012
What To Do (cont)
Slowing my brain function returns, my senses begin to
operate, and
the power of speech no longer eludes me. "Gotta lotta work to do
tonight", is all I muster to say in reply to the first question he asked
even though in my previous distress I don’t remember how long
ago he asked it. “Really,” Handsome replies, “3 extra shots? That
must be one hell of a project!” All I can think to say is, “Yeah.”
That will be $7.00 says the enthusiastic teenager behind the cash
register, looking at me like I’m keeping her from something much
more exciting. I pay for my coffee and turn to leave when again
Mr. Brain-Eraser speaks, “So exactly how pressing is this work of
yours?” I stop and look at him torn between what I want to say and
the truth. I want to say it’s not that important if you want to take me
home and have your way with me; yet instead I open my mouth and
the truth falls out, “It’s actually very pressing!” I throw him a shy
smile and make a bee line for the door.
the power of speech no longer eludes me. "Gotta lotta work to do
tonight", is all I muster to say in reply to the first question he asked
even though in my previous distress I don’t remember how long
ago he asked it. “Really,” Handsome replies, “3 extra shots? That
must be one hell of a project!” All I can think to say is, “Yeah.”
That will be $7.00 says the enthusiastic teenager behind the cash
register, looking at me like I’m keeping her from something much
more exciting. I pay for my coffee and turn to leave when again
Mr. Brain-Eraser speaks, “So exactly how pressing is this work of
yours?” I stop and look at him torn between what I want to say and
the truth. I want to say it’s not that important if you want to take me
home and have your way with me; yet instead I open my mouth and
the truth falls out, “It’s actually very pressing!” I throw him a shy
smile and make a bee line for the door.
I make it to my car, open the driver’s side door and get it, I want to
start the car and speed off unable to believe that I just shot down an
obvious invitation to possibly something fulfilling. “Damn Naranja,
you have got to be out of your mind,” I say to myself with a
frustrated sigh. Then there’s a startling knock at the window. I
damn near jump into the passenger seat, my heart has jumped from
my chest and landed on the dash. I slowly turn my head actually
afraid of who might be standing there. To my surprise its Mr.
Brain-Eraser smiling, he’s pointing down but I don’t know at what.
He reaches down and opens my door and then takes the keys out
from the door lock and says, “Ms. Lady I think you need a little
break because you left the car keys outside the car; don’t think
you’re going to get very far without them!” He flashes a camera
worthy smile at me as he hands me the keys. Exasperated and still
panting from the scare he just gave me, I smile back and say,
“Thank You, I really may be a little distracted because I have so
much work to do.” Well I think that perhaps you could use and
early dinner and a little pause time. So what do you say to obliging
a coffee house admirer to a little of your time? My brain has
stopped again, is he asking me out? I mean it is still early and I
could use something to eat now that he mentions it, but is he really
asking me out, me? “Thanks for the offer, and for my keys but I
really need to get back to work” I hear myself saying the words but
I can’t believe that I just pretty much said I’d rather work than to
have dinner with the most deliciously handsome man I have ever
seen in REAL life.
"I understand", he replies, but I can hear the disappointment
in his
voice as he concedes, "I admire a woman with such dedication." As
he stands from his leaning position against the door frame of my
car, I feel that this might be my one and only chance and I can’t let
it slip through my fingers like this. “You know what, your right, it
is early and I haven’t eaten a thing all day. So what do you have in
mind Mr. Uhh” I stop when I realize that I don’t know his name.
“Seneca Waters and you are?” He extends his hand to me I gently
lay mine in his overwhelmed with delight as I finally get to feel his
touch. “Naranja Lightening, it’s a pleasure to make you
acquaintance Mr. Waters” a rush of electric fire rushes through me
as he caressingly shakes me hand. I’m about ready to burst at the
seams at the powerful surge that he is sending through me just by
touching my hand. “The pleasure is all mine Ms. Lightening! I
know of a little place a few blocks from here where we can get a
little something to eat and get a little more acquainted.” That
sounds very nice sir, lead the way. He stands again and closes my
door, I watch him walk to his car with the hunger of a lioness
hiding in high grass calculating when she should pounce on an
unsuspecting antelope. When I realize how hard I’m staring I look
at me in the rearview to make sure my tongue isn’t hanging out of
my mouth. Finally get to see what he’s all about, I get to sit with
him, smell him, talk to him, listen to him, have him all to myself,
and maybe even sneak a touch or two. Oh yeah, I’m glad I decided
to leave work early, I’m ecstatic I decided to stop at the coffee
shop, I’m delighted I didn’t let this opportunity pass me by, but
what do I do when it’s time to say good bye. ©
voice as he concedes, "I admire a woman with such dedication." As
he stands from his leaning position against the door frame of my
car, I feel that this might be my one and only chance and I can’t let
it slip through my fingers like this. “You know what, your right, it
is early and I haven’t eaten a thing all day. So what do you have in
mind Mr. Uhh” I stop when I realize that I don’t know his name.
“Seneca Waters and you are?” He extends his hand to me I gently
lay mine in his overwhelmed with delight as I finally get to feel his
touch. “Naranja Lightening, it’s a pleasure to make you
acquaintance Mr. Waters” a rush of electric fire rushes through me
as he caressingly shakes me hand. I’m about ready to burst at the
seams at the powerful surge that he is sending through me just by
touching my hand. “The pleasure is all mine Ms. Lightening! I
know of a little place a few blocks from here where we can get a
little something to eat and get a little more acquainted.” That
sounds very nice sir, lead the way. He stands again and closes my
door, I watch him walk to his car with the hunger of a lioness
hiding in high grass calculating when she should pounce on an
unsuspecting antelope. When I realize how hard I’m staring I look
at me in the rearview to make sure my tongue isn’t hanging out of
my mouth. Finally get to see what he’s all about, I get to sit with
him, smell him, talk to him, listen to him, have him all to myself,
and maybe even sneak a touch or two. Oh yeah, I’m glad I decided
to leave work early, I’m ecstatic I decided to stop at the coffee
shop, I’m delighted I didn’t let this opportunity pass me by, but
what do I do when it’s time to say good bye. ©
Saturday, October 13, 2012
What To Do?
“Hello,” he says making the very depths of me shiver. What the
hell was that I say to myself as I continue walking? Making my
way throughout the day just became much more difficult. I
managed to remember to pick up my boss’s dry cleaning, pay his
utility bills, drop off the check for his children’s tuition, pick up his
flyers from the print shop, and take his dog to the groomers. The
life of a personal assistant is much like the analogy of a chicken
running around with its head cut off. Making my way back to my
desk my reflection shows I’ve been wearing a love sick smile as an
accessory. “What are you gleaming about?” asks the receptionist
from down the hall. Oh nothing just happy I got all my running
done early that’s all is the response I throw at her nonchalantly as
I anxiously log into my computer and check the voice mail
messages. As the trail of seemingly never ending messages ring in
my ear I can’t help my mind constantly drifting back to the “Hello”
from hours before. The surge returns and I squirm in the seat
wanting to embrace the feelings that are radiating throughout my
lower extremities, but knowing full well that if I do I might just
cum from the intensity. “Naranja” calls Mr. Gall. What can I do for
you sir? “I have to get these resources confirmed and the company
financial statements verified and reconciled by Thursday so I can
present my preliminary ad ideas to upper management by Monday
morning” Sure I’ll get started on those right away. Damn its
Tuesday I really hate when he throws a weeks’ worth of work at me
at the last minute and expect me to complete it with a snipers
precision. While complaining to myself inaudibly I notice Mr. Gall
coming out of his office with his briefcase and realize he’s leaving
for the day at 2:30. “Have a good evening sir” I encourage with a
smile. He just nodes and continues out the door. Feeling
aggravated by his early departure after dumping his workload on
me I let out an exasperated sigh and decide to work on all of this
from home. I pack up all the files and pieces of scratch paper he has
written notes on into my bag, grab my jacket off the back of my
chair, and head out the door as well.
Figuring it is going to be a long night of research I stop at the
coffee house between work and home. When I walk in the door my
mind is coordinating the best attack plan to accomplish the tasks
Mr. Gall has so enthusiastically assigned me. I swear this man
wants me to fail miserably so he can have a reason to request
another assistant that will be a much more jovial ego stoker.
Proceeding to the counter in my fog of what to do and in what
order, I stand before the teenager that obviously would rather be
anywhere but standing behind the cash register and place my order.
As she walks away to prepare my mocha latte, with three extra
shots to kick up the caffeine, I hear a familiar voice speaking softly
behind me. “Twice in one day, I must play the lotto when I leave.”
Slowly I turn around and gaze into the most gorgeous brown eyes
I’ve come across in all my years, instantly I’m paralyzed and have
lost all brain function. He continues, “So still haven’t gotten your
caffeine fill either, huh?” I watch his lips aware that he is speaking
to me but I can’t hear a word he is saying, my ears have closed and
all I can hear is the galloping of my heart and the strain of my lungs
as they try to continue functioning without the help of my brain.
Damn he is as beautiful as a celestial being floating towards me
from the most magnificent sunset ever to be shone on a movie
screen.
Since my hearing has failed I can only feel the warmth of the words
he is speaking to me. Each twinkle of his eyes starts a new on slide
of sensations that are engulfing me like a black hole swallowing up
a solar system, one planet at a time. I’m cold, I’m hot, I’m
confused, I’m elated, I’m lost, I’m his, he had me at “Hello”. ©
To Be Continued……
hell was that I say to myself as I continue walking? Making my
way throughout the day just became much more difficult. I
managed to remember to pick up my boss’s dry cleaning, pay his
utility bills, drop off the check for his children’s tuition, pick up his
flyers from the print shop, and take his dog to the groomers. The
life of a personal assistant is much like the analogy of a chicken
running around with its head cut off. Making my way back to my
desk my reflection shows I’ve been wearing a love sick smile as an
accessory. “What are you gleaming about?” asks the receptionist
from down the hall. Oh nothing just happy I got all my running
done early that’s all is the response I throw at her nonchalantly as
I anxiously log into my computer and check the voice mail
messages. As the trail of seemingly never ending messages ring in
my ear I can’t help my mind constantly drifting back to the “Hello”
from hours before. The surge returns and I squirm in the seat
wanting to embrace the feelings that are radiating throughout my
lower extremities, but knowing full well that if I do I might just
cum from the intensity. “Naranja” calls Mr. Gall. What can I do for
you sir? “I have to get these resources confirmed and the company
financial statements verified and reconciled by Thursday so I can
present my preliminary ad ideas to upper management by Monday
morning” Sure I’ll get started on those right away. Damn its
Tuesday I really hate when he throws a weeks’ worth of work at me
at the last minute and expect me to complete it with a snipers
precision. While complaining to myself inaudibly I notice Mr. Gall
coming out of his office with his briefcase and realize he’s leaving
for the day at 2:30. “Have a good evening sir” I encourage with a
smile. He just nodes and continues out the door. Feeling
aggravated by his early departure after dumping his workload on
me I let out an exasperated sigh and decide to work on all of this
from home. I pack up all the files and pieces of scratch paper he has
written notes on into my bag, grab my jacket off the back of my
chair, and head out the door as well.
Figuring it is going to be a long night of research I stop at the
coffee house between work and home. When I walk in the door my
mind is coordinating the best attack plan to accomplish the tasks
Mr. Gall has so enthusiastically assigned me. I swear this man
wants me to fail miserably so he can have a reason to request
another assistant that will be a much more jovial ego stoker.
Proceeding to the counter in my fog of what to do and in what
order, I stand before the teenager that obviously would rather be
anywhere but standing behind the cash register and place my order.
As she walks away to prepare my mocha latte, with three extra
shots to kick up the caffeine, I hear a familiar voice speaking softly
behind me. “Twice in one day, I must play the lotto when I leave.”
Slowly I turn around and gaze into the most gorgeous brown eyes
I’ve come across in all my years, instantly I’m paralyzed and have
lost all brain function. He continues, “So still haven’t gotten your
caffeine fill either, huh?” I watch his lips aware that he is speaking
to me but I can’t hear a word he is saying, my ears have closed and
all I can hear is the galloping of my heart and the strain of my lungs
as they try to continue functioning without the help of my brain.
Damn he is as beautiful as a celestial being floating towards me
from the most magnificent sunset ever to be shone on a movie
screen.
Since my hearing has failed I can only feel the warmth of the words
he is speaking to me. Each twinkle of his eyes starts a new on slide
of sensations that are engulfing me like a black hole swallowing up
a solar system, one planet at a time. I’m cold, I’m hot, I’m
confused, I’m elated, I’m lost, I’m his, he had me at “Hello”. ©
To Be Continued……
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
4 U I Will.....
4 U I will be all that U need 4 me 2 be.
4 U I will 4get about me and concentrate wholly on the WE.
4 U I will relinquish all doubts, fear of defeat, and
uncertainty.
4 U I will rise 2 the occasion, any time, any place,
regardless of who’s watching without hesitation.
4 U I will say Yes never considering a No.
4 U I will release that which burns, saturates, engulfs,
emanates, and regenerates.
4 U I will explore that sexual, sensual, unrestrained, depth
that no one before U touched let alone could tame.
4 U I will test my limits, explore the unknown, and dive
into the abyss that is U.
4 U I will allow the tears to flow after experiencing love
making so profound riding the high that only U and I can know.
4 U I will hold my breathe in anticipation……Your next touch,
Your breath on my breast, Your body against mine.
4 U I will taste the essence, sample every expression, and
devour the explosion of all sexual frustration.
4 U I will climax on demand, whether I’m lying, bent over,
seated, or told to stand.
4 U I will be the beacon of light guiding your ship through
the thick fog in the darkest of night.
4 U I Will……
4 U I Am…….
4 U I Can…...
4 U I Am Going 2 Be………….
Yes Sir My Beloved Black Man! ©
Friday, October 5, 2012
The Outing.........
Finding a secluded spot on the edge of a beautiful grassy meadow brought goose bumps to my already excited flesh. Seeing him carrying the basket of goodies I spent all morning packing and the blankets we’ll sit on has me smiling from ear to ear. This is time we’ve needed, away from the constraints and demands of our careers, our families, our schedules, and our cell phones. The sun peeking out from the clouds provides warmth in a “sun-kissed” way, just the right amount to timidly counteract the goose bumps.
I stare out at the magnificence of our surroundings taking in all colors, smells, and sounds. Glancing over I see “Him” spreading out the blankets looking delighted within himself. I turn to him and ask; “Are you ready to eat?” With a seductive and sinister grin he replies; “Not yet.” Yeah with that look, the forecast just went from Partly Cloudy to Rain Showers with heavy downpours expected throughout the day.
As we lay face upon the soft blanketed grass, pointing out various cloud configurations, laughing at each other’s jokes, talking about anything and every. “This is where we started,” he states. Taking me back in time to before all that came with “we” distracted us from each other. Hearing you laugh so effortlessly reminds of when we first met. We were young and I was innocent, until you captured and caged my turtle.
After sharing a satisfyingly light lunch we again just lay on the blankets enjoying our surroundings, the tranquility of nature, and quiet togetherness. Still lying on my back I close my eyes to fully take advantage of this peaceful time. There is a soft refreshing breeze beginning to blow across my body. The first time it whispered over me was a pleasant surprise, the second time I inhaled and exhaled deeply taking its cleansing power into my lungs, the third times felt different; there is something added, warmth, moisture, a tickling.
I open my eyes and he’s staring down at me. That look I haven’t seen it in forever, a burning desire, a hunger unsatisfied, a thirst unquenched. I’ve seen that look before, but it’s been so long I can’t remember when. As I gaze into those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, I get lost in them, lost in their drawing power, I can’t move, I don’t even know if I’m breathing. That look now I remember, it’s the way he looked at me the first night we made love.
“Is there something I can help you with Sir?” I ask breathlessly as my insides begin to contract with a relentless anticipation. His reply, “I know where to find exactly what it is I need!” Slowly the hand that had been lightly tickling my knee begins sliding up my thigh, finding its way underneath my dress, to the center of me which is moistening rapidly. He teases the top of my turtle, sensually exciting her shell. I feel surging sensations from my head to the very tip of my toes. Yes, this man continues to excite me in ways that no one else knows.
Follow me he instructs and gracefully I oblige his beckoning. He leads me to a great tree that has been swaying in the breeze with the same excitement that now courses through me. From his back pocket he reveals my favorite pair of leather hand cuffs. “I’ve got something I want to give you but with your hands you can’t touch.” As he speaks his instructions my center releases a flood of wetness as I lift my hands to him and he secures the cuffs as they dangle from the large tree branch. Restrained and intoxicated by the adrenaline rushing through my body, I watch as he unbuttons his shirt with the slow seduction of a strip tease.
He comes close me consuming me with that look, “Kiss me” he says almost in a whisper. Obediently I apply my moistened lips to his strong chest, making my way to his nipple to taunt it with the tip of my tongue. He moans and then pulls me close with one quick thrust, he squeezes me in his arms, and kisses me with a passion of being reunited after a time span of far too long. While still caught up in the power of his kiss, I feel him grab hold of my ass, then my hips, and now a lift. With my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands movement restricted by the cuffs, I give in to being his toy. At the mercy of his desire, no longer can I feel the breeze, just the heat of my body as my temperature grows higher and higher.
He reaches between my legs and I think he’s going to tease me once more, but instead he rips the center from my panties, removing the hindrance so he can freely enjoy. “Tell me you want me, and make it convincing my Dear,” he utters with a soft growl. “Yes Daddy, I want you, I need you, please take me right here!” Without hesitation he entered me both lovingly and with force. Handcuffed and swinging from that tree, my love took me to a place full of unfurled ecstasy. After experiencing an orgasm that only a fairytale can explain, he released me from the tree, then laid me again on the blanket and covered my still shivering body.
As the sun began to set and my senses returned to me. Big Daddy leaned over and whispered, “I Love You, and I’m glad you enjoyed our first christening of a tree.” ©
I stare out at the magnificence of our surroundings taking in all colors, smells, and sounds. Glancing over I see “Him” spreading out the blankets looking delighted within himself. I turn to him and ask; “Are you ready to eat?” With a seductive and sinister grin he replies; “Not yet.” Yeah with that look, the forecast just went from Partly Cloudy to Rain Showers with heavy downpours expected throughout the day.
As we lay face upon the soft blanketed grass, pointing out various cloud configurations, laughing at each other’s jokes, talking about anything and every. “This is where we started,” he states. Taking me back in time to before all that came with “we” distracted us from each other. Hearing you laugh so effortlessly reminds of when we first met. We were young and I was innocent, until you captured and caged my turtle.
After sharing a satisfyingly light lunch we again just lay on the blankets enjoying our surroundings, the tranquility of nature, and quiet togetherness. Still lying on my back I close my eyes to fully take advantage of this peaceful time. There is a soft refreshing breeze beginning to blow across my body. The first time it whispered over me was a pleasant surprise, the second time I inhaled and exhaled deeply taking its cleansing power into my lungs, the third times felt different; there is something added, warmth, moisture, a tickling.
I open my eyes and he’s staring down at me. That look I haven’t seen it in forever, a burning desire, a hunger unsatisfied, a thirst unquenched. I’ve seen that look before, but it’s been so long I can’t remember when. As I gaze into those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, I get lost in them, lost in their drawing power, I can’t move, I don’t even know if I’m breathing. That look now I remember, it’s the way he looked at me the first night we made love.
“Is there something I can help you with Sir?” I ask breathlessly as my insides begin to contract with a relentless anticipation. His reply, “I know where to find exactly what it is I need!” Slowly the hand that had been lightly tickling my knee begins sliding up my thigh, finding its way underneath my dress, to the center of me which is moistening rapidly. He teases the top of my turtle, sensually exciting her shell. I feel surging sensations from my head to the very tip of my toes. Yes, this man continues to excite me in ways that no one else knows.
Follow me he instructs and gracefully I oblige his beckoning. He leads me to a great tree that has been swaying in the breeze with the same excitement that now courses through me. From his back pocket he reveals my favorite pair of leather hand cuffs. “I’ve got something I want to give you but with your hands you can’t touch.” As he speaks his instructions my center releases a flood of wetness as I lift my hands to him and he secures the cuffs as they dangle from the large tree branch. Restrained and intoxicated by the adrenaline rushing through my body, I watch as he unbuttons his shirt with the slow seduction of a strip tease.
He comes close me consuming me with that look, “Kiss me” he says almost in a whisper. Obediently I apply my moistened lips to his strong chest, making my way to his nipple to taunt it with the tip of my tongue. He moans and then pulls me close with one quick thrust, he squeezes me in his arms, and kisses me with a passion of being reunited after a time span of far too long. While still caught up in the power of his kiss, I feel him grab hold of my ass, then my hips, and now a lift. With my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands movement restricted by the cuffs, I give in to being his toy. At the mercy of his desire, no longer can I feel the breeze, just the heat of my body as my temperature grows higher and higher.
He reaches between my legs and I think he’s going to tease me once more, but instead he rips the center from my panties, removing the hindrance so he can freely enjoy. “Tell me you want me, and make it convincing my Dear,” he utters with a soft growl. “Yes Daddy, I want you, I need you, please take me right here!” Without hesitation he entered me both lovingly and with force. Handcuffed and swinging from that tree, my love took me to a place full of unfurled ecstasy. After experiencing an orgasm that only a fairytale can explain, he released me from the tree, then laid me again on the blanket and covered my still shivering body.
As the sun began to set and my senses returned to me. Big Daddy leaned over and whispered, “I Love You, and I’m glad you enjoyed our first christening of a tree.” ©
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Turtle Brownies!
Warm, decadent, delicious and delightful. Tantalizing my senses, arousing my creativity, peeking my desire, and satisfying my thirst. This is how I see you; you are my greatly anticipated dessert. That which fulfils my hunger and then takes me over the edge. Outside chocolaty and supple. Inside soft, creamy, and warm.
My delight at any hour. Into you I can escape and throw away all the strains and stresses of my day. My comfort is reached once the sight of you I see. Into orbit I surge as I taste the sweetness of you. With every taste, my quiver intensifies drawing me closer and deeper as I gaze into your eyes. Seeing the excitement in you grow as I sample these feelings and sensations I thought I'd never know.
Oooh yes, that taste of chocolate, strangely erotic, toxic to the dread of loneliness and despair. My wonderful, immobilizing sensual, all-inspiring treat. Just a taste of you gives me a supernatural power one which never has to experience defeat. Your sampling is worthy of a historian's dissertation. A fable worth spreading factually throughout the ages. ©
My delight at any hour. Into you I can escape and throw away all the strains and stresses of my day. My comfort is reached once the sight of you I see. Into orbit I surge as I taste the sweetness of you. With every taste, my quiver intensifies drawing me closer and deeper as I gaze into your eyes. Seeing the excitement in you grow as I sample these feelings and sensations I thought I'd never know.
Oooh yes, that taste of chocolate, strangely erotic, toxic to the dread of loneliness and despair. My wonderful, immobilizing sensual, all-inspiring treat. Just a taste of you gives me a supernatural power one which never has to experience defeat. Your sampling is worthy of a historian's dissertation. A fable worth spreading factually throughout the ages. ©
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Gooey
Look at him sleeping soundly looking like a lil boy all sweet and innocent. Yet I know his secret, his inner most desire. That yearning deep within that ignites capsizes and also extinguishes my hidden fire. He is the one that I love, yet maybe I should hide it better. He can do no wrong as far as I’m concerned because I understand. I know that he’s a man, flawed, mercurial, indecisive, and aggravating but yet perfect, strong, dedicated, and sublime.
Understanding his position as my Head, Instructor, Provider, Protector, Companion, Friend, and Lover; I willing submit to his every Direction, Suggestion, Order, Request, Whelm, and Desire. Many don’t understand why I jump when he moves. It’s not because he beats me it’s because he makes the woman in me ooze. I bow before him for he is my King it is under his tutelage that I blossom, spring forth, and extend to the warmth of the sun.
It is his seed that my womb longs to nourish and incubate. Sure I’ll be his slave in every sense of the word. Proudly sitting quietly at his feet, even answering his call sweetly and meek. He calls to my deep parts and he is master of my orgasm, on queue as he demands, they disperse violently; yes I melt in his mouth, in his hand, and where ever else I can. He’s the love of my life and I aspire to be his good thing. He had me at his first spoken word to me, the sound of his voice oooh what it does to me. ©
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