He kisses his way down my body, along my neck, over my chest, taking his time, practically worshiping me.
He makes me feel appealing, despite my too thin frame, despite my sparse, lithe muscles. He makes me feel like the most amazingly sexual being on this earth.
He makes me feel perfect.
I reach my hands above my head when his mouth reaches my hips, vaguely wishing for a bed like I had in France, with a wire frame headboard. Easy to grasp and hold onto. Futons are better for the spine, but... there is something about an easily grippable headboard...
So I grab at the pillow beneath my head, as well as I can with my hands injured as they are. And I lift my hips slightly upwards as I gasp, silently asking for more...
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He makes me feel appealing, despite my too thin frame, despite my sparse, lithe muscles. He makes me feel like the most amazingly sexual being on this earth.
He makes me feel perfect.
I reach my hands above my head when his mouth reaches my hips, vaguely wishing for a bed like I had in France, with a wire frame headboard. Easy to grasp and hold onto. Futons are better for the spine, but... there is something about an easily grippable headboard...
So I grab at the pillow beneath my head, as well as I can with my hands injured as they are. And I lift my hips slightly upwards as I gasp, silently asking for more...