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{if you want a specific guy then tell me and I'll get one up for you but for the moment here's ANOTHER Michael one because he's just precious}
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When did everything in the world become about sex? It's about who's having sex with who or is this person good at sex. This celebrity is a sex symbol, but this one isn't. What does that even mean? Who cares? Why can't people mind their own business, first of all? Second of all, why isn't it about the relationship? Why sex? I guess sex is amazing, but I wouldn't know because I've never had it. I'm a twenty year old who has never had sex. Sue me. It's not that I don't want to have sex, I just don't have anyone to do it with. Sure, I've had boyfriends. But none that I would consider giving myself to. Everyone treats sex like a game, but not me. I'm exposing myself to someone, giving them permission to touch me in ways I've never been touched before. It's not something that's easy for me to do. I just want to find the right person. And I have.
Michael and I have been together for a little over a year and it has been the best time of my life. He's the sweetest person I have ever met and I trust him more than anyone. He's shown me things no one else has. He brought out a side of me that no one else has. I found apart of myself in him. Which brings us to this moment.
My clothes lie spread across the floor along with Michael's. His hands roam my entire body, touching me in places no one has ever touched. And I don't mind it. I want him to touch me. I want to feel what everyone else says is amazing. I want Michael to make me feel it.
I pull his face to mine and press our lips together. I wrap my arms around his neck as he holds me around my waist.
He pulls back and leans his forehead against mine, "Are you sure about this?"
"I've never been so sure about anything in my life."
He smiles and connects our lips again. His hands move down to my waist and grip onto my hipbone. I moan as his lips move to the base of my neck. He hums as he moves his lips further down my body. Soon enough, his face is hovering over my breasts and he looks up at me. I nod and he smirks. He leans down and takes one of my nipples between his lips. His tongue drags across the now erotic nub and pinches it with his teeth.
"Oh..." I reach around him and claw my fingers in his hair. I unwillingly buck my hips up and feel his erection hard against my center. I suddenly realize that this is actually happening. My heart starts racing and my breathing becomes rapid.
