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Dreamwalkers deixa uma enorme vontade de se ser amado assim... desta forma rica, sensual e ardente..
procura-se um homem que o faça... e consiga descrever desta forma calorosa e erótica momentos sublimes
Hold you in my arms, tight; not so tight as to hurt you, but tight enough so your body is pressed against mine, forms melding, shapes shifting as we become as one.
Eyes closed, you tilt your head, mouth slightly open.
A passive kiss that doesn't indicate an absence of passion… on the contrary, fire and fear give way to total submission to my mouth.
Greedily, I take it in mine, tasting the freshness of your tongue, the fullness of your lips, breathing air blessed by your lungs.
A perfect kiss.
Would passers-by look away, in shame, in jealousy? Do we look childish, obscene, or improper? The outside world no longer exists;
we're alone in a world where we define our own normality;
all that counts are the hallway and the bed I now carry you to.
You're so light, little bird, nestled against my arms, that I deposit you carefully on the sheets where you'll become mine.
You've made it through the wilderness, somehow.
You're not lost anymore, now I've found you.
The fires burn brighter as I grab your wrists, pinning them above your head.
Forget all you think you know, the clumsy gestures of those who tried to love your body, the shameful sullying of those who should have loved your soul.
You felt incomplete, sad, blue…
Feel my hands caress your shapes, savouring the smoothness of your skin.
Hear my voice, as I describe how my eyes see you.
View yourself from within my mind, and you will understand my devotion.
Let me make you shiny and new.
Slowly, but fiercely, I undress you. Let me take my time in uncovering your skin, no swifter than my lips can coat you with love.
Let me admire the parts of your body you're proud of, either gifts of nature or the result of your hard work. Let me brush the parts of your body you hate… and hate them no more.
They're part of you, they tell your story.
How could I not love them, too?
Lips replace fingers, seeking the right pressure on your nipples. Their erection reflects mine, pressed against your thigh. You can feel it, but you can't touch it, as I strengthen my lock on your wrists. This is about you, kitten, only about you. Fingers brush down your navel, circle around your pubic hair, to meet your thighs. Soft fingers trailing upwards, tantalizing, promising. When they finally do reach high enough, your wetness is enthralling. I lift drops of your juices to my tongue… wonderful.
My fingers return and I order you to open your own mouth… I place another drop inside, sealed with a kiss.
Taste how sexy you are, baby.
Find out why you drive me wild.I teach my newborn the words I want to hear: yes, more, again, don't stop. Tell me what you feel, tell me what you need.
Although I already know, I want you to acknowledge the sensations too.
Acceptance and recognition, both selfish and selfless. Become a virgin once again in my arms, as I reveal you, your heart beating against mine.Your clit slides under my fingers as I coat it with a cocktail of my saliva and your natural lube.
Roll, press, rub, circle, flick… your body tenses so soon.
I feel your dismay as the fingers suddenly retreat, only to plunge between your labia, inside your cunt.
Two digits naturally place themselves on a sweet spot you didn't know you had, pumping against it, as my palm firmly massages your sensitive clitoris. Your spasms reflect the surprise, the pleasure and the abandon. My mouth and my grip leave you no opportunity for shame or doubt.
Abandon your body to my control, let me make it sing, let me make it come.
Give me all your loving, let the fear fade so fast.The orgasm rockets through you, your mouth shrieks as your cunt gushes, soaking my hand and drenching the bed.
I'm so proud of you, kitten, I whisper in your ear, slowing down my movement for a minute, then building up again for a second explosion that arches your back. Your knees close in defeat, pussy clamping down on my fingers, stomach muscles as hard as steel. But I haven't finished yet. I return to your clit once more: roll, press, rub, circle, flick… you come once more, and I know I'll always be your Master.
I hold you close as your shudders die down, whispering into your ear words that are only for U/us. Welcome home, kitten.
Let My love thaw out what was scared and cold. you're not broken, you never were. I'm glad you found yourself.
Lust and Life
