He was still asleep when I crawled up onto him. I managed to get his arms pinned under me. He smiled up at me. I stared down at him and told him to open his mouth. His smile disappeared and the energy in the room changed.
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
Intimacy, love, and healing are available in abundance if you can let some things go. You have to let some things go to make room for the really wonderful things. If your clutching some ideological construct and not experiencing intimacy, you might want
