I do have dreams of j
Sixty nining in the family room
On the couch
Or on her bed we roll
Caught up in friction through our bodies
Up and down
Up in the attic room
Creak the bed, milky legs entangled
Press and hold
A secret getaway
From the tensions of the holiday
Be released
No one notices us
When we come back and sit on the couch
Touch our eyes
Through our jeans we feel close
Vibrating in anonymity
Nothings up
I want to steal away with her at a holiday party and hold each other in embrace , her arm around my waist, massaging each other’s asses in a secret passageway in the mud room or the upstairs office
Or a quick kiss as we pass alone in the dining room between the kitchen and the full and bustling living room
I have visions of us fucking clandestinely around the house.
When rents are gone
And we sit on the couch alone together, her leg draped over my belly. A closeness that gives way to togetherness, which sets off our wound up, cross the room tensions.
I want her to sit on me, and bounce her bodacious butt up and down slapping our skin together in a smacking
And wet sound
Of breathless gasps
Or squat over me, and slide into me
Her feet planted firmly on the kitchen island, long and strong milky white dancers legs curved into a perfect plump and steady squat. Always at the ready to slightly jump up and down, raising her heels and patting them back down and up and down , calves clenching with each sit, as her thighs tense up and the veins in her ankles pulse.
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