She was always there, unassuming yet reassuringly so. It was comforting to know, but he wondered if she she really knew how much he appreciated her.
She gifted him, without prompting or pleading, an occasional image of her intimate treasure trove, and to these he found himself reaching climax whilst thinking of her. Thinking that he should bring her out of the shadows, reveal to her the way she makes him feel.
There was very little doubt in his mind that they would be fantastic lovers, for he had fondled her breasts, fucked and eaten her pussy so many times in his thoughts and dreams, but would they complete each other?
Was the better scenario to be occasional lovers in a life of non-commitment? Or were they destined for something greater, something more….. permanent?
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I love this so fucking much words can’t describe….
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You’re comments always manage to make me smile, and yet feel so humble at the same time.
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Ha! You know you’re one of my favorite authors…. I just always hope I don’t offend or annoy you.
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You could never do that 😊
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This is incredible😊
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Thank you so much Nora.
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