Her left hand frees mine and she walks her fingers up my chest. XXX I lean up to kiss her. SO many things to write. June 7, 2010
Dear diary,
The days grow warmer and so does his touch. “Well, hi,” she said, extending a hand, with the other she brushed her curls to the side. This woman. Finally, together, we climax, wave after wave. Anyhow, all that to say that morning I decided to run down the coast at sunrise. Start at the top and work down I suppose…
The feeling of seeing your bride in white walking down the aisle is beyond any form of written description. I love him. And those muscles…he’s been working out. Our body head warming the other, pulling closer.
