Some souls have a way of connecting, a way of finding each other instinctually. That's why you can meet someone for the first time, and know deep down that you've know this person all your life. You know it is not the first time you've felt them.
The feminine urge to absolutely fuck him into oblivion. To pull his hair, push his head face down into the mattress, pound his ass and cover it with handprints. I need him to be moaning, sighing and bucking like a starved animal. Then to cuddle. Is tha
