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My own secret life 
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Why doggy style is stlll my favorite position
Her cheeks are restsoftful to sink in like the well-worn armchair that greets me at the end of a long day: I throw my head back and grip them: What good sound she gives me, as I steady myself into a beat: muffled, dull, resilient, repetitive: an energy absorbing whumpf: At impact, the sound reminds me of my mother beating a rug in the back yard, back in the day when Hoovers were rare; a sound heard down the block when housewives were working, their hair up in kerchiefs; a sound that reminds me of Annie's. From a kneeling start I accelerate down the track, plant myself, then leap into flailing climax: a broad-jump: but instead of a sandy pit and measurements taken, coos and grunts: Angel kegeling now: Her sticky cunt smiles round my aftercomes: Still mounted on her, still up her, erect, I bend forward, lay myself down along the length of her back, as she smiles again: Nuzzle her neck as she smiles: my belly to her back, my crotch at her ass, my thighs at her thighs, my knees either side of her legs, my feet next to her feet. In the wall mirror at left, a pretty picture: She on all fours, skin tan, her head down; Me kneeling behind her, draped over her, enveloping her, skin pink, my head next to hers. I slide my head back and rest my cheek on her shoulderblade. She came; perhaps she came; she might have come—she sweats when she comes, and her back is moist; are her nipples engorged? I reach both hands under her, find both her breasts—twin volumes, galoptious—perform the inspection: Yes, long and hard. Cupping her breasts, I jounce them gently, scissor her nipples: She smiles around me again. I never thought of talking during the act, or during penetration; talk was for my gift or her cigarette: Now, still up her and hard: "Caviar girl..." Her voice comes from beneath me: "Do you remember the first time you came to see me?" One flesh. {300} 3 Comments:
Did you ask her if she came? Sweating, nipple engorgement, and kegeling do not necessarily add up to orgasm. By Oh, I know that. Seems like asking a question like that is, I don't know, invasive. A violation of privacy. By
Or maybe you just really don't want to know? By All characters and situations fictional. Copyright (c) 2003-2007 by "John Psmyth."
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