Sometimes We Get Lucky…
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Sometimes we get lucky.
Like I did on Sunday night.
Sometimes...
My day ended like I wished they all did. With pleasure.
Pleasure filled with deep kisses where tongues and lips caress each other softly at first and then with great hunger. Followed by those same lips and tongues licking and tasting the sweet effects that pleasure can create when two bodies collide.
I was lucky because my play mate was willing to satisfy as much as he wanted to be satisfied. I felt it everywhere he slipped his tongue and brushed his lips. I felt it when he entered me slowly the first time from above, as I guided him from below, as I blindly anticipated deeper strokes from behind, and beside me while his strong hands grabbed and squeezed my willing body into his own. And I felt it after he caused me to quiver and then my mouth and hands brought him to his release.
I got lucky. So on Sunday night I went to bed with a smile on my face.
Do you ever get lucky?
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So good it feels to love and be loved, I remember the times with…….. fondness, thank you for the memories.
I get lucky every night. Every night I am loved, every morning I am loved–lap time, nurturing. Five or six nights out of the week my body is being ravaged sexually, my mind in ecstasy, and my soul set on fire!
I love to be loved and I love giving him pleasure.
-Hedone