Sunlight’s Ache

10 Ocak 2023 Kapalı Yazar: analsex

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I let the amazement wash over me with an unadulterated wave as I stand there silently. Looking down at you, I quietly take in yet another moment that seems to expand infinitely outward as it stops time once again. The early afternoon sun is coming through the sheers and has not quite made it all the way across the bed to where you are sleeping. Dust particles tattle as the late summer breeze puffs into the room cool from the shade of the oak tree on the north side of the house. To watch you breathe in the unencumbered bliss of sleep paralyzes me with fear and rapture; exquisite energy hums from somewhere deep in my psyche that terrifies and enthralls me. I am so afraid and filled with joy the paradox of it almost escapes me. Quietly, I utter thanks to what ever is driving the cosmos as you shift onto bursa escort your back and readjust into the subconscious comfort of sleep and dreams. Time starts to move again; bitching and moaning like a Willie’s cranking to life on a cold morning. I can tell that you are not far from waking and hold my breath thinking that the roar of my inhale and exhale will disturb you. In my mind I know that you are unaware of my stolen moment and yet that deep place that is still flooding me with energy wants to believe. It wants to believe you are not only aware of me; that you are the source feeding a part of me I had locked away so tightly, never to be revisited. You are restless and are moving with the twitches and jerks of coming to consciousness. I watch quietly as you wake up; akin to bursa escort bayan watching someone come back to the surface of a warm lake. First bubbles, then ripples and then a head slides out of the water with an inhale. Your eyes slowly focus on me standing over you and you realize that you are not dreaming anymore. As you slowly shake the disoriented jumbled mix of dreams and consciousness into a more logical pattern of thought, you stretch. The slow deliberate flex of your body is feline: graceful, slow and subtly coiled. Another blast of energy fills my head; this one is a little more visceral. You look at me and mumble something. “Huh? I didn’t catch that,” I say.A wickedly playful look dances in your eyes, as you shift up onto the pillows. You are wearing one of the escort bursa worn out, paint stained oxfords I wear for studio work, buttoned only in the middle by a couple of buttons. You repeat yourself with a demure grin. “Pervert!”Caught off guard, my brain shakes itself loose from time immaterial reeling to meet you on your turf. “Oh yeah?! Pervert?!” I retort to your obvious glee; as I pounce over the bed I growl, “I’ll show you pervert!”. Your reflexes are like a wound spring and I land on the warm occupied a split second before. You roll away like lightning and mid-roll you twist in the most amazing fashion. How the hell your body does that I will never know. Facing me on all fours, your face flashes a stubborn defiance lit up by a grin begging to tangle. My hand sweeps as I right myself and I land a grip on one of your wrists. I am instantly aware of your strength and yet even more so of how small your wrist is in my hand. I am once again amazed at your delicate beauty backed up by an amazing strength. Instinctively you lean back sitting up on your heels.

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