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Adult Content: Just One More Fantasy Write From a Fertile Mind

It was you that pitch black night held me in the silk of your touch. We strangers had never seen one another. I entered the youth hostel late that night. A young man with a flashlight led me to my cot. I laid quietly ready to sleep, suddenly your hand moved up my leg. It was you removed my pants put my hand on your naked breast wrapped your lips around me. It was you who mounted me you who rode me. We never uttered a sound not even a faint whisper. I held them in my screams, my wish to yell your name, had I an inkling... what it was. I restrained my words of endearment those words those beautiful words one shares in the heat of pleasure. It was you who made me explode. It was you moved so I could lap you up like hot sweet milk. It was you scented in the fragrance of lust as I held your shivering body, as I inhaled it over and over again addicted to its effect. It was you left before I awoke that morning. It was you decided never to reveal yourself in the light of day. It was you left me wondering ... Who? 19~12~2014 Maurice Yvonne If it was you SoupMail me!
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Mehta Avatar
December 20, 2014 at 7:47 AM
Hahahahahah,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Dietrich Avatar
December 20, 2014 at 2:09 AM
hahaha. Soupmail me. You are such a character!! Like you were ever in a hostel. hahaha. this was great fun to read. you are my last read for the night. bye!!
Chircop Avatar
December 20, 2014 at 12:41 AM
Mystery I meant below ..Oops sorry : )
Chircop Avatar
December 20, 2014 at 12:40 AM
: )..Then write another poem and tell us who She was.Reveal the mysyery : ). After you receive your hot chilli peppered soupmail of course : ).Tnks for putting a smile on my face.Sensual and Sweet!!
Nance Avatar
December 19, 2014 at 8:48 PM
Excellent!! What a fun adventure!! ---That is fiction .... right?
Allison Avatar
December 19, 2014 at 6:24 PM
WOW - bet your mail box will be bulging! Such a passionate write my friend:-) Hugs jan xxx
Allison Avatar
December 19, 2014 at 6:44 PM
oh I can beleive it lol - must dash need to mail someone;-) hugs jan xxx
Yvonne Avatar
December 19, 2014 at 6:41 PM
The SoupMail part is suppose to be a joke. You wouldn't believe how much I had to clean this up to post it here.
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