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12-21-2014, 10:01 PM
What goes on in that vacuous head of yours? Do you imagine that she loves you as much as you love her, or do you imagine that she is playing a game? If you were not hallucinating at this moment, imagining mysterious swirling entities, butterflies, sunrays where there aren’t any, and all other sorts of nonsense, would you dare have opened your heart to her and expected reciprocity? You think not. You think you would have found her, your exchange the same boring type it had always been, and you would have shielded your feelings from her. So do you have to thank the moon goddess for this? Fuck that. She’s a bitch, anyways.
Of course, Snowflake might give the moon goddess a run for her money in the bitch department. Her sarcastic answer to your words brings a smirk to your face, a grumble from your throat, and your answer comes quick, like you were waiting for those very words to fall out of her mouth. “I wouldn’t let you say no.” You try to say them sarcastically, to give an air that you are joking, but there is a tone about your words that makes it seem like you’re telling the truth. Dare she say no to your love, would you let her turn and walk away? You don’t think you would…
Nibbling along her crest, grazing your teeth over her hairs and regretfully having to release her from your grasp under your neck, you moving along her body. Your steps are steady now, having not been intoxicated by locoweed in many months, and you don’t make any motions that you don’t intend to. Each step is purposeful, slow, dragging out the anticipation, driving yourself wild (and hopefully Snowflake as well). By the time you reach her rear, you can’t help but be a little brusque, swatting at her tail with her nose, demanding that she move it aside.
You swing around so that you are facing the same direction as her, give her one last touch of your nose on her rump as warning, and then settle yourself onto her back. Your love has not become any gentler since last the two of you met, but the passion as multiplied. You are a brute… but you are a brute that loves your woman.
@[Elsa]
Of course, Snowflake might give the moon goddess a run for her money in the bitch department. Her sarcastic answer to your words brings a smirk to your face, a grumble from your throat, and your answer comes quick, like you were waiting for those very words to fall out of her mouth. “I wouldn’t let you say no.” You try to say them sarcastically, to give an air that you are joking, but there is a tone about your words that makes it seem like you’re telling the truth. Dare she say no to your love, would you let her turn and walk away? You don’t think you would…
Nibbling along her crest, grazing your teeth over her hairs and regretfully having to release her from your grasp under your neck, you moving along her body. Your steps are steady now, having not been intoxicated by locoweed in many months, and you don’t make any motions that you don’t intend to. Each step is purposeful, slow, dragging out the anticipation, driving yourself wild (and hopefully Snowflake as well). By the time you reach her rear, you can’t help but be a little brusque, swatting at her tail with her nose, demanding that she move it aside.
You swing around so that you are facing the same direction as her, give her one last touch of your nose on her rump as warning, and then settle yourself onto her back. Your love has not become any gentler since last the two of you met, but the passion as multiplied. You are a brute… but you are a brute that loves your woman.
@[Elsa]
we all look for ways to make the pain go away
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