Morning light highlights the faces of lovers, who truly love each other and with sincere tears, kisses, and beautiful whispers, made vows at midnight to be together forever.
Tag: Intimacy
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Let us commune with each other, lie together, and cry together over the pain that makes our bond stronger; I swear on my deceased mother, not my father, that I love you now, and I will love you forever.
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Physical and emotional wants and needs are satisfied at a designated location vigorously and thoroughly without hesitation; she says she loves him, but he is married, and she knows his situation. She is understanding. She is not demanding or in anyway nagging. She is his reprieve; the fresh air that he breathes. She knows that his wife he will not leave, but still to him she cleaves. Oftentimes, she fucks him in his office when everyone else leaves—intensely pleasing him with her mouth on her knees. She is his executive assistant. She is his lover and his other. Business trips and late nights in the office are things regular. There is a palpable sexual tension every time they see each other. In black heels, on his desk, she bends over, and she’ll cum several times before it’s over. On certain holidays, the executive’s wife calls her to come over for dinner. They may even have brandy and eggnog after. She will never give it away, communicating to him through glances and whispers. So many secrets they share. They’ve been together for so many years.
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There is a recollection of how her lover kissed and licked her pussy perfectly—but it is not his tongue or cock that drives her crazy; it is the combination of her erotic memory and the things that vibrate on stimulated flesh internally and externally. Sometimes, she uses one. Sometimes, she uses all three. She releases so intensely when she uses her Hitachi and her vibrating anal plug in perfect harmony. She closes her eyes and rubs vibrating metal against her erect nipples teasingly. Experienced hands bring beautiful climax with tools that are plugged in or that are operated with batteries. In secrecy, there is the fulfillment of every erotic fantasy. She will release through squirting and screams after a countdown from three.
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The sensuousness of lips
The beauty that peers
through the darknessThe gorgeous contemplations
that are deeply intimateThe private whispers
of sensual secretsThe erotic thoughts that
cause uninhibited wetnessThe sexual fantasies
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The sensitivity of a woman is not an imperfection but a blessing, for there is nothing more beautiful than the expression of her emotions. The depth of her soul is the vastness of oceans. Her mystery is only revealed through unadulterated intimacy. She is a flower; hold her delicately. To make her happy, shower her with affection and kisses unexpectedly. In the early hours of the morning, when she is sleeping, kiss her with loving sincerity and stroke her hair gently. To draw water from the well of her soul, you must engage with her intellectually and express your true feelings to her passionately.
To have her heart, she must know that you love her deeply and unconditionally with certainty. When you shed tears together and encourage each other, it becomes a transcendent intimacy. To desire a woman for only carnal pleasure is a tragedy that foolishly disregards her inner beauty and feminine secrecy. There should never be any selfishness in pleasing her sexually; a man that truly loves a woman will know the navigation of her body thoroughly. In all aspects, the most important quality is loyalty, for loyalty is the eternal reflection of love, and without love, there is nothing.
A loving and loyal woman is irreplaceable, precious, inestimable, wonderful, sensual, beautiful, intellectual, amazingly celestial, and living on a god-like level. Her delicateness is breathtaking. Her aura is ethereal. Pleasing her is so pleasurable. The emotions of her love, indescribable.
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Soft light at midnight exposes primal desire and the incredible process of pleasure; Open your legs wider, he whispers, then showers her contours with slow passionate kisses.
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The tongue is the paintbrush that creates extraordinarily masterful pieces on wet throbbing canvases. Every brushstroke is in the discretion of the experienced artist. There can be no rush in perfection; the artist must be intensely focused until the climax of completion. When the artwork is displayed, there are deep kisses and whispers of admiration. The artist’ palette is filled with colors, beautiful and vibrant. The setting is always relaxing with Riesling, satin, and soft light on roses. Impassioned music makes it even more intimate. The canvas itself will always let the artist know the strokes that it wants by its response. Before the brushstrokes begin, the canvas should be rubbed and kissed as if it was once constantly thought about and desperately missed. Every great artist possesses a unique technique that formulates a work of infinite beauty. The final product is extraordinary, but secretly, the process is pure ecstasy.
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When love is no more, and the rings that symbolize eternal vows are taken off, the weeping of tears come and the deep pain of constant reflection of what was, and what could have been, if only. Two lovers who loved each other are left decimated and lonely. Tears fall on a beautiful white veil that was worn in a wonderful ceremony of which there were close friends in attendance and family. Possessions are moved out, and the home which was shared becomes empty, save a few wedding pictures in broken glass frames that become shattered memories of love, affection, trust, intimacy and ecstasy.
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Lend me your heart so I can feel what you feel, and kiss me deeply so I can inhale the air you breathe; tell me without fear your deepest desires and the ways you want to be pleased. Infuse my mouth with the essence of your wetness so that I can enjoy the delightful taste of you after you leave. When you pleasure yourself in private ecstasy, think about me, and touch yourself slowly; start by rubbing your nipples then pinching them lightly — after a few minutes, pinch them firmly to increase the sensitivity. If you want me to listen to your euphoric moans, call me in the throes of your ecstasy. Put on your satin blindfold and the black stilettos that you know excite me; just before your third release, whisper, fuck me, then say my name loudly. If you want to extend the pleasure, position yourself in doggy, then spank your ass as if you were being fucked roughly. To again release intensely, skillfully place your left hand against your headboard, and with the other, allow your vibrator to please your clit perfectly.
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