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Bunches and bunches
2020-09-02 15:40:49 (UTC)

Getting In Deep

There's a dichotomy in my relations with Mr. Curved Line, on the one hand I desire to be ever closer to him in his life and on the other hand, I want him naked groaning my name underneath me as I ride him into oblivion. As I spend ever more time in my role in his family, his wife and I grow closer, even having her time all to myself. She recently spent a couple of days with me and my family by herself. It was a productive couple of days and we went to their home after he came back for our weekly date night. We all enjoy the family suppers and laugh when we come by either house, eating delicious dinners and grilled cheeses. Mr. Curved Line stocks my preferred sweets and savories for late night bonding. I buy him him and his wife their favorites for their many visits. I catch Netflix with his mother in law and wife over hot tea and homemade cookies. I launder his sheets and towels when I bring only a couple of days of clothes and wind up staying on for days. The whole of the family tries so hard to be open and welcoming and they succeed so spectacularly.

On more earthy of concerns, my desires dwindle to his touch and his kiss. Every beat of his heart under my cheek, as I lay spread out on his chest finding my stillness within, warms me. But his breath on my lips ignites me. In his kitchen, in the midst of the day, I am overwrought with wanting when his arms snake around me. Parted mouths hovering a bare inch from each other, his breath flutters across my lips. I hang back wishing to give him a moment to tap into the feelings beneath my touches, the intense aching and all the feelings of passion thumbing our lips softly. As his body melts and then stiffens under my touch, yearning lightnings through me. The hunger I feel overwhelms my senses and I push myself into his arms, my hand on the back of his head and devour his mouth. His hunger is a split second behind mine and his arms tighten us against each other as I grind against his length. Our moans intermingle still caught in a kiss that ends only panting with the words of our adulation mixed with wantonness.

As the long list of things to be done is accomplished, task by task we grow closer to being together. I whisper this to him and his eyes stare into mine, reaching deep within me to agree with the same intensity and delight. I am getting in deep and I feel the waves part below my feet and glistening up my thighs. I hold my arms out above me head as the waves lick together over my fingers and my face. It's being swallowed whole by the experience, in my marrow, in my blood, I feel my love and burning craving for this man and his family. I know no other way but forward and I know I am getting in deep. Thank G*d.




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