Sunday, 25 April 2010

Indie Boy - Keep Counting

I cant remember how many times I made you ejaculate. Desperately, slowly, sensually, while we fucked, while I sucked you, while I stroked you with my hands. You made me orgasm compulsively and forcefully. I begged, 'Please can I come again', and you replied with composed emotion, with a dismissive tone that made me shiver and twitch, "If you want to".

You said you like to hurt me and you like that I like it.

We played endlessly for hours. I cant remember all we did, and in between we talked, and I said, its like I know you, or have known you for a long time, but not in that feelings way, in that it is comfortable, and you agreed that we were comfortable and I licked your neck like a pup.

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