Oh God, I get so horny sitting here thinking about his touch. The way his hands slowy glide down my body, torturing me with every passing second. I touch myself imagining it is him. My imagination allows him to visit me again…
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Black rain
Black RainIn the black rainI feel his yearningI smell his fearI uncover his passionsHe looks into me seeing my soulAll that I really amAs we stand in the black rainI feel his soul holding mePraying for this to never endAs his hand move over meI fall apart in his worldIn his hunger for meAs we… Continue reading Black rain