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.... the hustle of day-life drinks of us, leaving little but drying husks; imagination and zest blanketed somewhere deep under an almost overwhelming aura of business and brain. Another day comes to a close, we retreat to our sanctuaries of self.
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We merge though media. I truly "feel" your eager body mounting me, your fingers stroking my face and chest, your velvet heat encasing me, your tightness urging me on.
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I swear urgently, cursing the true distance between us... wishing your soft delight was truly sliding over my hardness, that your gasps were into my mouth, your teeth toying at my lip, your dark eyes before me, lust lidded ... as my mind and sex explode into you.
"Just another night"? When with you, I think not!