There, is where I found myself:
pressed between him and a bookcase full of old books, smells like intelligent musk
I’ll never forget:
how my pussy clenched, body violently shook and spilled over his tilted thick mushroomed brim;
before :before : before he even slid deeply inside, sensually embarrassed because the years of experience I lacked until reassured by his growling tight hold,;
To you “If this is about acceptance and all the lovely raw things we’re made of including our god-like scars, then hide all of your rigidness inside me”
I’ll never forget the taste:our cream mixed with a piece of literature stuffed in my mouth, mmgods








Damn, this is hawt.🔥 You really drew me in too, and I look forward to reading more from you. 🌸✨
Thank you lovely one🌹
My pleasure..
This imagery is so hot. Enjoyed this piece.
Thank you lovely one, 🌹
Hoi hoi
Short and sweet.
I love it a lot!
Good thing that you posted it.
I’ll be back for another read.
Kind regards, Gus
Thank you so much for the compliment 🌹
The ending really brought this poem home.
Lust and vulnerability are a powerful duo.
BIG LIKE
Yes they are, lovely man❤️
Beautifully penned. This write was absolute fire my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Lovely man, it is my pleasure to serve you❤️
Reminds me of college.
Strong medicine.
‘Intelligent musk” genius stuff EHW.
Thank you lovely man, it’s whatever you desire it to be ❤️
If both our desires are fulfilled, that’s what I want. 💚💙
I just noticed this. Fantastic!
Thank you lovely man, I’m pleased to be within your eyes ❤️