I was just simply tying to turn my sweet nothings, into smooth gentle thrusting’s that night; they say consistency is the key, but she had me leery to pursue the way she was fiddling with my feelings like an out of tune piano, surprisingly pushing all the right keys…
"Well maybe I should just make a joke or something, read up on my notes from my borrowed quotes and approach with a cigarette and ask her if she smokes," I thought to myself
Because I can’t seem to let go of her sun stroked presence, it felt so good to lay my eyes amongst her seemingly perfect velvety smooth skin. I began to stare into those deep brown eyes that could make the sun rise and fall with the batting of one lash; but from what I remember last, I sat there contemplating the rise and fall of an empire built on a combination of lies and lust. The way her porcelain skin had me thinking where do we begin again? We take it back like Indian givers meaning it never was even permanently established. Then she made eye contact…with enough deep burning passion to burn through my fake brown contacts; with every footstep she took in her approach, I desperately tried to catch my breath and recite my notes; Her body was so defined it could make the definition of curves jealous, I began to trace a line down the figure of her body and I could imagine all the areas I would like to explore with my tongue. She had C-34 size breast, and an ass to match her seemingly perfect frame. I was more than eager to taste this woman; I sat there in my seat, struck with fear as I conceived my next move in my attempt to entice this wonder woman with my discrete charm.
(To Be Continued...)
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