In all my political events I have rubbed elbows with many a passionate believers. Shall we voice concerns to power, yes. And so she was there likeany other of us willing to exert hope upon the apparently deaf in our political leadership. I use leadership loosely here of course.
A bit odd, tall and slender. Standoffish and borderline cold in her social approach. It adds to her appeal if one focused on it – I initially paid no mind. But thanks to the advent of social media, I kept up with her at a distance. With nocertain intentions, her pictorial history revealed an edge about her which forced me to take a second look, a second thought. Starkly trimmed dark bangs and an almost sterile facial practice – I understood her to be an introvert. This added to the appeal as the seeming guard increased challenge. And so attraction ensues.
“Hey, I was in your area cutting it up.” “oh, yeah? No invite?”. I flipped a U-ey and made my way toward the coordinates she readily supplied me. Entered her domain, she offered me some overly healthy food in a skin tight dress/pj ensemble which said everything I needed to know. “Come here.” I said after finishing the bowl. Strangers on the hosts couch, suddenly together as never normally suspected. I held her and she accepted the gesture. The feel of her jersey material spread across her hip and legs was lovely.
“Hey, lay down right here.” I begin to massage her lengthy figure. Kneading accordingly. Bottomsof her feet, up her ankles and thighs… Hips, small of her back, up her spine, shoulders, neck, scalp. Unbelievably placed at her mercy, I take control. I take close viewof each curve.
Of course we moved to her bed, her perky chest below me as I had my way. The soundof her response in moan and almost whine. A slender conquest, long legs all around me, us connected between – a yearning I had not known existed but fully appreciating with every push and every pushback. Yes, as a gentleman, I brought her to ecstasy – streetlight all around through the window. Her lips on mine, her lips surrounding the penetration. Each climax ended in a bodyhold andsubsequent bodyhold to an eventual other episode. Bodies sated and fulfilled in some way – I made my way back to reality as I imagine her the same.
Still connected on the social media – perhaps we’ll connect again in a premassage episode soon…
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/84aybw/mf_she_was_willing
Boy, do I hate your writing style.
tough read…