True Cock Cunt Love

Nothing compares to the sensation of being in love
Real love, not lust or infatuation, but the kind that produces unforeseeable passion within the captive’s soul.

The process begins slowly with intercessory greetings, small talk and subtle acts of seduction.

On the first date pulse is racing, pupils are dilated, beads of sweat kiss anxieties away.
The much anticipated first kiss does not come soon enough. The sensation of two soft, warm, slightly wet lips pressed together with just enough pressure to allow a steady stream of oxygen in between the sweet embrace.

The first dance is a prelude to the future intimate gyrating movements where flesh and carnal desires will be met.

At last the moment has arrived. Gently sliding the strap of the silky negligee off the lovers’ shoulder and slowly sliding off constricting underwear among silk sheets covered with fresh petals, the aroma of plumeria encircling quickly diminishing dancing candle lights, both bodies fit together like puzzle pieces.

Arms, legs, heads, torsos, asses, are all intertwined to become part of each other. No longer are two bodies gracefully thrusting in and out of each other, but they are united into one rapturous thrusting motion.

Passion is the driving force and minds are empty as the body feels its way through this sensual dance. As cunt and cock join together, hearts are melded. Two souls become one. And that is real love.

To be attained only by those willing to unselfishly open their hearts, risk possible pain and allow another willing soul to unite with theirs. One cunt, one cock, one heart, one soul, one love.