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I just can't help it.
I MUST tell you a fantasy I have about you....
We finally agree to meet each other. I sense some urgency in the time, the place. You almost bail on me again through email... but how snug that string fits your finger. You can't stop wondering who I am. Who is she? And I have nothing but magic in my pouch for you. I can't wait to meet you, so I sweet talk you into my car somewhere by the University District. From the moment
you entered my car I could tell you wanted to tell me something. But that wasn't important. Unless your gay. God, I hope your not gay. It's so damn embarrassing to hit on gay guys. You laugh right there in my shotgun seat telling me your not gay. I give a long gratifying exhale. Nothing else mattered to me. I figured if you had some VD you wouldn't even meet up with me. So I didn't even ask about that. Instead, I focused my mind on calming
you. I realized that it is animal instinct to be defensive about your personal space. It takes a slow, gentle hand to work it's way onto your skin. So I slowly reach my fingers to your face. I touch you to calm you. Calm down man. I am ever so sweet and charming. You can do nothing to offend me. I brace my left hand on your mid thigh, while I suck my own fingertips of my other hand for you. You watch my mouth with amazement. I am pretty
close to you now. You can smell my pina colada lip gloss. You calm down for me. I despirately want to put my hand in your crotch, but it was too soon. Both hands hold your jaw so gently. You still have some big secret to tell me. I hush you softly. This was the time to kiss you. I don't even care where you live. I just want you now. Just you. Now. Not your history or your
past or anyone else. Just you and me and the moment for which we stand for.
I have my life so free and perfect and open minded right now. I just want to share my sex with you. I give such nice sex now. Do you have any IDEA how much I love to give head? I couldn't even work yesterday. I sat back in my chair at work, my computer screen was no longer a modeling program. It was warm fleshtone scenarios of my lips tenderkissing a cockhead. The screen was
a television to my wet daydreams. I wanted it so damn bad yesterday. In my mouth. I would kiss it out of you Priest. Soft, puckery lips. Fluttering. Babykissing. There's just nothing like that soft feeling of a girl's mouth on your dick. You can feel it. I am going down on you because I want it myself. I want you. My mouth will delicately show you how much I want you...
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