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“Shhh…listen to me.
I will take you as you are…
your complications,
your pains,
your secrets…
your past,
your longings,
and dream,
your fears,
I take you without hesitation…
and make you mine…for my life.
No more fears…now rest…”.
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She’s so very owned…
“Shhhhhh. It’s our three-week anniversary!. I have a surprise for you…”.
”...Ohhhh my fucking god…OHHHHHHHHHHHH…YESSSSSSSSS….unghh… ::crying softy:: just pleeeezze...hold me Soooo CLOSE?? please”.
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when he holds me against him
and my heart beats so fast
i feel myself preparing for him
he leads me
each time is a surprise
i end as always in his arms fighting
for breath…feeling i’ll lose my mind
my body glowing
with this love i hold for him alone.
“Just feel how hard my nipples are for you ‘cause you…make me crazy…”.
“oh god…i need you so…”.
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“My god…I’m just shaking inside…I need you so badly…please”.
I…I am so sorry…I don’t want you to be gentle with me, not slow and sweet. I need…to be…something…broken, help me be raw and fervent. Babe hammer the anger out of me. Use me to get your anger out…use me the way you want…anything.
With each deep thrust, each bite at my tits, nipples my clit, each yank of my hair tell me…tell me we won’t go to that point ever again, tell me we’ll be better ‘cause of this…tell me you still love me and forgive, accept my repentance. Take this fucking whore back into your heart.
Coat yourself in my absolution over and over, let it drip down my tired thighs, coat your balls with my sorrow. Please…grant me my clemency, spill into me, fill me. Drained…physically, emotionally, take respite on me. Let me feel your weight, let my body bolster your body. Whisper words you can manage…and I will…words of this fucking devotion, tenderness, this love I have for you. Flip me. Bend me. Make me do whatever you need me to…I swear I’ll never turn you down. Test me…let me show you…
Kiss me…really kiss me. Fuck me…
NOW, make love to me…
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“…she always cries after sex. i could never just leave. every orgasm was emotional murder. the sort left her a beautiful mess of angst and cum…she’d then try to explain with disjointed words scrawled in moleskin journals.
she retreats into the dark corners of her mind…I’d wait for her. tempting her with light, with words. with “barely-there” kisses up and down her spine…like drops of rain cleansing her bad memories. at first i resented them…the ghosts turning our love-making into gang bangs. but they were her ghosts, and so I loved them like i loved her. completely. consummately.
i remember when we first fucked. her nails and soul ripped pieces of me away, as she screamed for more…and sobbed. faster. harder. deeper. she asked for my cum in her cupped hand. trembling, she ate and sucked until she was licking where nothing was left. she’d look up ant me and smile looking for an approving smile back…it was always there.
she’s pull me hard against her, grinding her breasts against me…trying to work her way inside me. her head on my shoulder breathing hard making small sounds i some times didn’t understand, while holding my cock tightly…as if she might fall to the ground without that connect. then she’d cry until i stroked her hair, ran my fingers softly over her eyes, nose and lips…whispered my love until she was cried-out.
i learned quickly the best way to ease her from her sadness was with touch. my fingers resting along her face. her head burrowing into my chest. my body covering hers like a fine salve melting into her skin. then she was the sun. but even the sun has dark places. she never looked more beautiful than in those moments. hair tangled and a knotted mane spread across her pillow like a dark stratus cloud.
she was a beautiful mess and I loved her for it. i loved her for it because I knew, inside, i was a beautiful mess, too”.