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aliljaded 53F
23949 posts
12/8/2017 4:46 am
These are the nights I think of him....

These are the nights I think of him....

When the air is charged with electricity and sleep is ages away, even if my clock promises the swift arrival of dawn. When the sheets and blankets are too warm on my skin even in the chill of winter. When darkness and solitude cease to be companions and become conspirators, bullying me into my memory of him.

My body remembers his hands, his mouth - oh god, his mouth - and how his lightest touch could spark ecstasy and his quietest whisper could instill obedience, even in the throes of that ecstasy. He is imprinted under my skin, the weight of his body over mine. the pressure of those relentless hands, the lightning-strikes of his agile tongue.

My ears remember his heartbeat, thundering under his skin, and his sighs of impatience, and the guttural gasp just before he roared out his pleasure into me, over me, through me. But mostly they remember his silence, his quiet patience, how he taught with actions instead of just words.

My mouth remembers him - the resilience of warm, salt-sweaty skin over rigid flesh, the scalding heat of his release, the sweetness of his kisses, the dark richness of his laughter. My mouth remembers the words he taught me - I never knew the intensity of “please” until he was through with me.

These are the nights that I am restless, that my hands are restless on my own body. Nights where there isn’t enough pain to dull the ache in my chest or enough orgasms to make me forget the blinding intensity of the ones he gave me. And without him, they are hollow things, pale, feeble imitations of what should be.

Just like me.

thethirddeadlysin~


"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”


asianat2008 69M
3955 posts
12/8/2017 1:23 pm

come winter and cool and male or female under blanket....Needs caresses on body and love intense.

Self-respect is the corner-stone of virtues.


aliljaded 53F
8847 posts
12/8/2017 5:34 am

I thought this was beautifully sad...

"Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”



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