. .LOST LOVE'S LAMENTATIONShe wore roses where the nipplesOf her breasts should be, and flowersFloated in her hair, and there were chocolatesStored do...n there, among the petalsOf her soft, pink femininity, waiting to blossom,Just for me, back then, when I was youngAnd had not seen the blooms that menOffer upon upright stems, and I wanted herTo love me, to flower, just for me, once,Upon a time, way back. . . then. . . . HEDONISTIC GIRLWe seek ourselves in metaphors,Never knowing who or what we. “OK, Mom, I understand the situation we are in. “I know giving a blow job, gives you a great pleasure. I saw that glow on your face that day, when you gave dad his blow job. You were really enjoying sucking that cock as if you were tasting ice-cream. “You are a naughty mother fucker.” “Mom, all these years when you masturbated, did you use your fingers, in your cunt.” “Of course, I use my fingers to satisfy myself. How else you can satisfy yourself. I never used a vibrator, as it reminds me. After a while of looking into each other eyes, I closed in a bit closer and put my arms around her hip to pull her to me for a hug. She restrained back saying its just too public and anyone might see us. After a while of persuading her to get a hug, I succeeded and we ended up hugging slightly.After that again we resumed talking, we both were pretty much shivering due to excitement and both are just waiting for the first to happen as soon as possible but just cudnt move faster.Atlast, I took. " Only half?" She pouted. I shook my head again."Come on ... we're going to be late if we don't get a move on here."And speaking of boring. My first of two classes of the day was certainly that. The first class was my Psychology class where I was studying social and behavioral sciences. I chuckled to myself silently as we entered the medium sized auditorium. Bella would have made a great case study. Normally, I sat somewhere in the middle though closer to the front even then. Today however, I.
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