Anyone from Vancouver
It's been a long time since I’ve craved something this deep not just passion, but presence. A slow, magnetic connection where time softens and we feel each other beyond words through touch, through energy, through every breath we share.
I imagine holding her by the hips, gently drawing her in, letting the scent of her skin guide me closer. My lips hover near hers, teasing, then tracing her neck while my hands explore one appreciating the soft curve of her waist, the other pulling her tighter into the moment.
Each kiss gets deeper, slower, tasting the sweetness of her tongue, losing myself in the warmth of her breath, the fragrance in her hair. I take my time going lower leaving gentle bites and kisses across her neck, then further, until I reach her breasts.
There, I let instinct take over. Kissing, playing, sucking like a man who knows what he wants, like a boy in awe of what he’s discovered, and like a baby savoring every last drop of her divine softness.
I imagine holding her by the hips, gently drawing her in, letting the scent of her skin guide me closer. My lips hover near hers, teasing, then tracing her neck while my hands explore one appreciating the soft curve of her waist, the other pulling her tighter into the moment.
Each kiss gets deeper, slower, tasting the sweetness of her tongue, losing myself in the warmth of her breath, the fragrance in her hair. I take my time going lower leaving gentle bites and kisses across her neck, then further, until I reach her breasts.
There, I let instinct take over. Kissing, playing, sucking like a man who knows what he wants, like a boy in awe of what he’s discovered, and like a baby savoring every last drop of her divine softness.
22-25, MNew