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Sexting 5 May, 20143 Comments

Feliz y soltera escritora. Mientras al hombre de mi vida le enseñan a usar el GPS y logre finalmente encontrarme, yo me dedico a contar historias para vivir, para aprender, crecer, respirar y entender.

We lived in different cities. Countries thousands of kilometers apart. We never saw each other, but we did write to one another. Not precisely to know about the other. No. We would text each other horny messages. Every now and then, either from his side or mine, erotic messages.

I want to have you in my arms… Sleep with you… Spooning… Hold you tight… Listen to your breathing next to my ear… Kiss you all over… Travel across every centimeter your body with my fingers… Touch you with my tongue… Be yours and you be mine… I want you panting in my bed… Remove your clothes slowly… I want to fulfill my fantasies with you… I’d like you to ask me anything… Concede your wishes and demands… Eat you wildly… Kiss you fiercely… Lick your body… Talk dirty to you… Fulfill you with my body… Approach each one of your fronts… Hear you scream my name… Your sweat all over my body… Exchange fluids… Fill in your gaps… Get your body… Imprison your hands… Fold you within my body… Make you mine… Leave my trail on your body… I want to make you…

Cum.

That was all our conversations had to come to. Closing the phone because our sexting was son filthy that instead of taking me to ecstasy, it lead me to thank his distance.

 

Feliz y soltera escritora. Mientras al hombre de mi vida le enseñan a usar el GPS y logre finalmente encontrarme, yo me dedico a contar historias para vivir, para aprender, crecer, respirar y entender.

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