Deleted Member Posted January 1, 2022 Posted January 1, 2022 We didn't fuck. We made love. It was slow, tender, and would be the very last time. There were no fireworks, no mad dash for release We knew, both of us, that it was broken. The tequila took us to bed, something that had been lacking And here, a thousand miles from home in a hotel, we finally connected. The simple missionary position I watched your face Then found your eyes. They held mine, big and blue as always, liquid, sad. I saw the tears flow from the corners, dampening the pillow My own dripped onto your throat and neck We didn't stop Couldn't You whispered quietly "I have never seen you cry". We came at the same time, your legs tightening around my waist as you lifted Yet still our eyes were locked. Right then, for the first time in 5 years, we knew who we were. I lay in this foreign land, with you sobbing quietly against my chest And knew it would be a dark time ahead. Scribe2021
Psuedom Posted January 1, 2022 Posted January 1, 2022 1 hour ago, Now38 said: 🤣 I'm sure there was a better way to satisfy you own kink.Â
Co**** Posted January 1, 2022 Posted January 1, 2022 I’m sorry for reading this in Eric Cartman’s voice
Psuedom Posted January 1, 2022 Posted January 1, 2022 Just now, Psuedom said: I'm sure there was a better way to satisfy you own kink. At this point, I think my own kink is simply having a post without making a typographical error.
Deleted Member Posted January 1, 2022 Author Posted January 1, 2022 Just now, PassionateAngel said: Hugs 🤗 Thank you. Was a memory from way back..October 2010 Madeira..and the end of an era x
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