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In the Pink

סוטה, חמודה, ובלונדינית ברמות. ראו הוזהרתם. 8-)

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"But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night"
Khalil Gibran

It was beautiful to live"
when you lived!
The world is bluer and of the earth
at night, when I sleep
enormous, within your small hands."

Pablo Neruda
לפני 13 שנים. 1 בנובמבר 2011 בשעה 7:02



My body amazes me at times. How it goes from stiff and unyielding when vertical and in the real world, to soft, malleable and bendy when horizontal. There are areas of it that I haven't seen in years, but that doesn't bother me, especially when the Big Bad Cat reminds me of their existence by taunting the nerve endings that decorate each and every one of them.

He folds me into the strangest and most wonderful shapes when he fucks me. And each time I am impressed anew at how flexible I can be, horizontally speaking -- it's the vertical aspect of standing up that is so preventative, I think. Or the high heels I constantly wear. Or my perennial back problem.

Either way, all these melt into nothingness as he takes one of my legs and bends it -- and me -- over so that he can fuck me hard, one leg crossed over the other, the Ben-Wa balls still nestled deep within me. And they -- those cheerful, bouncy little spheres, filling me yet further, and increasing the excitement of the whole event -- yet another thing I wanted for ages, eventually got, and praised to the skies, wondering how I'd managed to survive this long without them.

From his angle, he towered over me, holding one leg aloft, his other hand twisting my left nipple.

"I LOVE fucking you."

I smiled weakly and fucked him back as hard as I could -- which, given the fact that I'd had at least one fountain-like gusher of an orgasm, with a couple of regular climaxes thrown in for good measure, was not terribly hard.

He always says that to me. Every time, without fail. He then continues to qualify that he loves everything about being with me, to watching me as I undress him, or bring him a drink, to feeling me come against his body, and even something so benign as lying still next to him.

And I always love to hear it afresh -- each time it sends a frisson of delicious excitement and deepening of love right through me, bouncing off my internal organs and emotions like a pinball machine -- all the way from head to toe, via nipples, heart, cunt and soul.


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