"I want you" I cried in between his kisses. He was sweet like honey. Oozing on down my riverbed. Ooh he had my rivers flowing down in my bayou. Mario, a southern boy from old an town in Mississippi. It was the twinkling of his eyes with his wry smile, was enough to make any woman go wild! And he had plenty women flocking down the old brick road, just a coming to get a taste of his loving. I was his latest victim. Sweet ole Patti-Mae. Now I'd drunk more than my fair share of men myself but the cat, Mario was of a different breed. I traced the webbing of veins I saw bulging out of his arms. He continued to hoist down on my skin using his tongue. "You like that Mae?" I couldn't respond, I was too far into keeping my legs from gyrating out of control because his fingers were dancing in my chasm. He spit down on my pearl, and forked his tongue inward, carefully twirling his fingers in a synchronized rhythm. "MARIOOOOO", my family broke, my river water flowed at high speed and he drink it greedily. "AH" "That's Good" "keep coming for me baby" "Don't Stop" "I need your elixir of life" in my mind I was gone into another realm. My body pulsating, he came up
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Sex Journal Vol. 1
Romancelove is better than lust, so fall and continue to fall in the oceans of deep emotions, sultry laughter and intangible moments shared through intimacy.
