At first there is a gentle touch
My skin responds
Gooseflesh raising the hairs on my arms
Your breath is warm on my neck
You give a gentle nibble
Strong fingers penetrate me
You bend me over the stairs and pull down my panties
There is no waiting just penetration
The thrill of feeling you inside me never gets old
Fucking me slowly
Hands gripping my hips
Fucking me faster, harder
Until you release
It is satisfying
But I want more
Corrupting Mrs Jones 
Love the yearning in your words… and hope you get what you are yearning for.
~ Marie xox
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In this particular instance distance and life situations lead to a feast or famine situation.
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