Sunday, January 08, 2006
Mistress S
Laying before the fire on the floor on her red bedspread..... a can of whip cream....sparks in my hair because I left the screen open...the look in her eyes when she peaks... the way her hand feels on my chest.... the sound of mine on her ass...but mostly...the way she looks at me, and the way that makes me feel, these are the thoughts that keep my awake at night.
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Those were beautiful afternoons. Whatever you see in my eyes...is a reflection of you. Think about it.
I have ....and have never seen the reflection anywhere else. I love you.
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