Suya, toda suya.. sin piedad!
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“Is it a sad story?” he asked, seeing the tears in my eyes.
“No,” I said. “Yes, kind of. It’s just so…perfect.”
He kissed my forehead and laughed. “So are you.”
it tickles, doesn’t it?
losing all control.
“What’s wrong, little one? Just a moment ago you were begging me to let you cum…?”
Gnnuughhhh—
“What was that, baby? I couldn’t quite catch it. Don’t worry. You’ve gotten your way. Have an orgasm, baby. And another. And another…”
I could watch this all night. Watch how you shift after each stroke. Listen to the desperate noises you make. I could listen to you beg and plead and say just about anything I want you to say. Hear you tell me about how you’ll do whatever I want. Perform any way. But there’s only one thing I want from you. Only one more thing.
I want to hear you scream for me again.
Ladies… He may be this manly man made of confidence and steel, but he is also a human being made of flesh and bone, his skin still feels, his heart still beats. Touch him, run your fingers over his forearm. He’ll never ask for it, but he needs it, a reassuring touch heals his soul and clears away doubt. Touch his face when you kiss, run your fingers through his hair as you cuddle. Wrap your limbs around him when he’s sitting on the sofa, or is standing at the stove, and press your face against his back occassionally and listen to the beat of his heart, it will clear your soul and clear away doubt. Touch his shoulder with yours when out shopping, slip under his arm and press tight into him, put your hand on his chest and feel him breath. And I swear to you, if you look at his face, he’ll be glowing, because you are his and he is yours, this is where you belong. You see? Just touching him reminds him that you are proud to be his It gives him an enormous sense of well being, of belonging, a feeling of desire that just cannot be replicated. Don’t be afraid to kiss his forehead, or his hand, kiss each bruise and every scar. When was the last time you you walked with your hand resting on his ass? Or ran your finger tips all the way from his knee to the very top of his head taking in every cell of life as you travel, or just gripped his hips hard? When was the last time you held him as if you were to let go he would fall off the edge of earth, because you just couldn’t get close enough to him? I mean, yes, by all means, have sex and ride him hard…
but please, PLEASE touch him occassionally!
-Laurance#poetsoftheunderground
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