In need of a lover...

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busmale
busmale
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It is raining in Seattle right now, your words induce a picture of you,
pleasuring in the warm sunshine, feeling it on your skin, arms out, slowly
turning, head back, feeling the breeze in your hair, in a quiet park setting,
near the beach, but secluded, you have shed your clothes, luxeriating in the
caresses of the sun and the breeze on your skin, warming you, to the center of
your being, sensual, as if a dozen tongues bathe your flesh, you feel their
wamth, and chill, making you shiver, wondering if this is real, or just a
wonderful dream, not wanting to find out, lest...
You stretch, your lithe body muscles pull satisfyingly, your movements slow,
full, gently powerful, eyes closed, you bend, twist, stretch, you feel
yourself in a kind of slow dance, so very erotic, yet somehow sexless, as only
an alone person can feel...

You know what you need is a partner,
a special kind of partner,
one who is into giving pleasures,
one who takes his pleasures, in the giving of pleasure to another...
and you wonder...
you wonder what he would be like,
how he would touch you,
his lips, barely touching your flesh, like a breath, hot, then cool, his lips
butterfly soft, fleeting, grazing, you realize you are on the soft grass, you
slowly stretch, muscles fully taut, moving isometricly, and you feel lips
gently on your lips, a gentle lick, then gone, then sliding wetly across your
lips, your arms come around, feeling his form, so warm in the sunshine, your
arms fold around his form, sliding your arms, hands, arcoss his skin, feeling
his firm flesh, he is kneeling beside your head, you feel a gentle pressure on
your near breast, his fingers gently caressingly squeezing your nipple, you
smile, moan a greeting, your lips part, your wet tongue slides out to caress
his lips, sawing in the corner of his mouth, you pull him to you, you want to
feel his hot flesh against your seddenly erect nipples, so tender from the
sun, so incredibly sensitive, you pull him to you, and roll to wrap your legs
around his body, his mouth goes to your breast, you gasp!, feeling his tongue
doing an incredible dance on your nipple, his fingers flowing over your flesh,
one tickling it's way to your navel...lower, you feel your thighs part,
allowing him extreme access to your entire being, wanting to increase this
incredible feeling, wanting to immerse yourself completely, pull it over your
head, over the both of you, and never emerge...

busmale
busmale
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