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Thursday Nights

I can’t wait to have his hands all over my body. His sensational skin gliding over mine. Global wetness with more bounce at every ounce. I can’t wait to be spoiled rotten; be treated to a ticket to the present. Embodiment is what his presence brings me. His fingers fondling my behind because there are knots there. I can’t wait to have his hands everywhere.

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Anticipation, Pt 1

It had been 10 long days apart from my man, and my body was delirious with want. His flight landed in Orlando and after a few hours of driving, he was at my door. His hair was cut lower than usual, his beard looked freshly trimmed, his ass nice and firm in his blue jeans, and the turquoise shirt he wore made him look like a colorful Instagram snack. Continue reading “Anticipation, Pt 1”