Friday  

kcbg707 31F
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5/18/2005 9:53 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

Friday


There were so many hands in so many places that night that I lost track amongst all the madness and heat that burned between us while he touched me and you felt her. Feeling so strong and weak at one time is like a new high, it multiplies, I think I am addicted. This taste I have acquired for multiorgasmic experiences is going to run me down. I will love every bit of it all the way, until the last drop. I drink up whatever you give me, but I can let go of the cup at my will. I go back to the thought of him between my thighs I think of how different he feels and try and find a place for my head, while what he's giving me makes me curl on the inside. Everything tickles at once and I hold the laughter in the pit of my stomach, just so I don't break anyone's mind track. When flipped over I see things from a different angle and I love the way her lip curls when I spin my tounge how you taught me. It's a wonderful sensation, my fingers inside of her, biting her thigh. I feel sorry for the man in her mouth. Where does it go when all your outlets are closed up? I feel you from behind and I start to tremble, I wonder if those watching knew what they were missing. The flash of the bulb feels like a strobe light, I start to feel a sharp pain in the back of my neck and my breathing is becoming short. I need a break, a bit of a rest. Let them do what they're doing. I lay down.

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