Since dawn, I’ve been thinking of you. Longing for you to lay beside me, to feel your breath on my face, your leg wrapped over me, our arms embraced. It’s how we start and end each passionate liaison. This past weekend was no different.
Memory: I remember your lips at my breast, sucking my nipples tenderly.
The present: My hand caresses my tummy and moves up my body to knead my breast.
Once again, I witnessed you nursing, loving, kneading, kissing, and licking my breasts. Your m…
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Posted on July 6, 2008 at 9:02am — 3 Comments