![]() ![]() I’ll tell her as I’m trembling, amid all those buildings and all those people, beneath that crushing sky. It’s too easy to love inside this safe place, too easy to feel such things for most any woman who’s invited me to spoil her rotten for an evening. Our bodies have already spoken the words in their carnal language. And if that isn’t love, I do not know what is. In the most literal sense, she has brought warm sunshine and cool breezes and the smell of grass and clover back into my life. I love her for having come to seek me, and even more so for spurring me to seek her, out in the wide world. For her kindness, her oddness, for the way she looks at me. ![]() ![]() She settles against my chest and as I stroke her hair I think, I love this woman. By the time she casts it aside, I’m smiling like a madman. She kisses my chin as I catch my breath and reaches beside us for a cloth. Sighs become pleas then dissolve into moans as the pleasure finds its crescendo, until my release bastes her fingertips and belly. Heat and need and madness gather there, and I close my hand over hers, demanding friction. She does exactly as asked, stroking my length with a whispering touch as we kiss. ![]()
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