Fingers grasping blindly, I fumble with the button of his pants, then struggle to slide his zipper down. I need to free him, to feel him heavy within the grip of my hands, no barriers left between us. I need to watch him come undone beneath my touch, just as he’s undoing me. I need him inside me, under my skin, embedded so deep he’ll never fully leave me.
— Apr 13, 2019 03:51PM
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