How and why do these things happen to me? He commented on some photos I had posted on Flickr - nothing dirty! I commented back. I wasn't looking for anything. Weeks of comments. What is it about the internet that leaves you with your guard all the way down. I felt safe and in control of the situation - which was nothing until...we talked about books and movies and music, music, music.
He has brown eyes and is sensual and generous and half a world away. I want to bite him and smell him. I want to fuck him in my sleep. I dream about him - in my dream we try to talk but have to keep kissing. I want to feel him cum in me, on me. I want to suck him gently and feel him pulse in my mouth. I want to sit on his lap with his hard cock inside of me and see how long he can maintain a coherent conversation. I want to hear him moan.
This is an impossible desire.
But...he makes me feel so female. So lush.
Friday, February 19, 2010
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