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20-08-2024
Is there anything hotter then moaning in someone's mouth?
I keep getting flashbacks during the day, remembering sounds, touchs, sensations and feelings that you made me feel the last time we were together. From the previous times too, I can't seem to forget about it.
I remember the pressure of your firms hands gripping my hair. The same hands manhandling me, turning me from one position to another.
I also remember that same hands, so strong and powerfull, being sweet and gentle a couple of hours before.
Removing a rebel strand of hair from my face - like you've done so many times before. The same hand picking something out of my dress. Moving the wine glass a little to the side, because I'm so excited telling you about a story and making a lot of gestures. The same hands that showed me how to cut the bread in the morning after everything.
I'm sure you have no idea that I noticed and remember all these mundane details about our casual encounters.
But it's all these small, maybe insignificant to you, that touched my heart the most. Maybe it's because I am me and I see the details in a different light, my writer eyes always catching and romatacizing everything?
I don't know. I only know how it made me feel.
It made me feel seen. It made me feel at ease. It made me feel taken care of.
I like these feelings.
I am not going to lie, I'm fucking scared. Like I have a rock in my stomach. I feel so so vulnarable with everything.
I just realized I could write a 100 pages about you.
It's been only 25 days since we've met. Crazy.
Do you think I am in love? If you are reading this, tell me, am I sounding like someone who is in love?
Fuck. It's not easy being a girl in her late 20s in this dating world.
But I know he is special.
Let's see what happens next.
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~This is the position Daddy wanted to see me in when he gets home.~
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Come se ti avessero, amore, fatto d'argilla per le mie mani di vasaio.
Pablo Neruda
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