I’m thinking about being with you, about running my hands over your body - your shoulders, your arms, your chest, your stomach, your back, your ass, your legs - feeling your kisses, your cock, every inch of you.
I’m thinking about stroking you. Your skin is so soft, but underneath, I can feel you grow hard under my touch. My mouth waters for you. I’m wet for you. I suck you, and you taste so good. It excites me even more. My tongue runs over you, up the length of you, around your head. I taste the salt of you.
Enter me. Make love to me. Kiss me. Caress me. Feel me. All of me. Fuck me while the light of the moon shimmers on the sea and provides the only light we need until morning. Then wake me in the best way.
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@SmoothKnight Very much so. It was a different time with people looking to connect and who wrote stories and interacted in comment threads, messages, confessions, etc. Totally different vibe from here. Different caliber of people for sure.
