Dear -_ _ _ _ _
How I love the feel of you under my fingers, so slick, smooth. I like how you lay there quietly waiting for me, then at my touch you come to life. How you respond to all my movements over you, the rolling I do with one finger, the click, click of me teasing you. The light you show me when you respond. How your sweet spot as I call it, moves to my wants and needs. The way sometimes you seem to take on a life of your own, moving faster than I want and causing me to take a breath. How I can’t go a day without touching you over and over.
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Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life; define yourself. Harvey Fierstein
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