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Listen - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IledvH2Iv6c

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Solid

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Sometimes I think I’m not sexually compatible with certain people because to some sex is like a practice. They’ve learned to do techniques and practiced it. They know to do this move first and then another and then another.

Sex to me is a flow. I melt into the person. I move as I respond to their body and my body’s need for them. I don’t have any moves. It’s all in feeling and the connection demanding all your senses to be present and you feel everything. You almost lose yourself. None of it is a performance. It’s all energy.

Haven’t felt that since the guy I used to hook up with last year. Idk if I’ll find it again.

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when he’s fucking you in missionary—your legs caging in his body, your hips sloppily rising to meet his thrusts—but it isn’t enough; he wants more of you. he needs you closer. so his warm hands slide down your sides and slip beneath your ass, raising you off the bed, better angling you to take his deep, desperate thrusts. your nails scrabble against his shoulders and your lips part to warble the sweetest moans he’s ever heard. you’re too fucked out to catch it, but a smile tugs at his lips.

this is how he wants you: pleasure-drunk, and—if only for a fleeting few moments—at his mercy.

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can be ripped or cut