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Under Your Skin I love this. I love it when our foreplay becomes a challenge to see who will dominate and who will yield. I love the feeling of your strength against my strength, no need to be gentle, no worry about bruising or breaking you, you are not a fragile mortal and don�t need to be coddled. Your lips trace my back even as your hands seek to find purchase, to take me down. It won�t be that easy. Your hands slip on my sweat-slick skin, the odor of our musk must fill the room with the scent of intense arousal. You move back up and kiss me. It�s as if you�re trying to take my breath, to make me feel weak. It won�t work. Your hand slides down and my cock fills it, your other hand cups me and your fingers glide deep between my legs in a caress. The pleasure may succeed far better than force; all I want to do is lie down and surrender to it. Here I am, caught in the skein of your tangled ambiguities, held between your hands, the breadth of your shoulders, and the taste of your skin. I could crawl under your skin and live between the muscle and bone, I could be pumped through your veins like blood. It could end up that way. I might not even mind. But then we could not touch like this. I twist and then go limp beneath you, and I see the surprise in your eyes at winning so easily. Don�t be so sure you have won. I will have you inside me. Such pleasure is never a loss. I can feel you push into me, the expanding burn becoming a deep heat. I feel you moving deep inside me, and the pleasure radiates out of that center and through me. Even when I spill myself across the sheets I won�t have lost. Don�t stop. Don�t ever stop. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |
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