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As the sun descends, hidden by the horizon, the world quiets, and my desire pulses.Now coursing fluidly, it fills the emptinessaching within me,as the day turns to night.My need for you reverberates throughout every part of me. All of my most hidden, unspoken desirespulsing as they becomealive with yearning.My craving grows, its presence seemsconsuming,insatiable.I try closing my eyes,letting my fingers trail as I tease my moistness, imagining that my handis yours searching inside. I am so desperate to quiet the ache,to sate the hunger.Yet, still my desire pulses.No hand a substitute for your masterful touch.Despite the unanswered, all consuming isveçbahis emptiness,I succumb to the darknesseven then my desire pulses.My need yielding to sleep, I get lost in fantasy as the land of dreamsslowly draws me in.You are waiting for mein the land of my dreams. You possess your own map, a topographical guide of where my urgesburn the hottest,sensing the urgencyas my desire pulses. In the wispy fog of fantasy, I cannot even attempt to denythe gravitational effectyou have on my universe.As my desire pulses,your mouth and handsplay my slumbering body.Like clay, I mold to youtaking shape as guidedby your skillful touch. Now isveçbahis giriş my moans and sighscreate a soundtrack, only interrupted by my quiet pleading to never stop exploring me.My legs spread instinctivelywelcoming your intrusion,back arching as my bodynow surges with lust.Nothing can disguise my visceral response asI succumb to the urge to go where only youknow how to take me.Afraid my raging want will engulf us whole, my mind gives in tothis primal need as my desire pulses.I feel each powerful thrust as your hardness penetratesthe most supple parts of me over and over again.The line between fantasyand reality now indistinguishable.You isveçbahis yeni giriş now ache to feedthe hunger gripping you.Clenching you tightlymy body writhes in lust, milking you with everyflex and release. My desire pulses, now ravished, it is demanding to be answered.When the waves finally crash against me,my body answers yours with a frenzied torrent.Nectar flows freely from meas you can no longer resistsating your own demons.With a primal moan, you cannot contain any longer, the seed that erupts from you. Your warmth fills me,the pulse of my desire quiets,for now dulling my insatiable hunger for your touch.As I awaken suddenlyto an empty bed,I sigh longingly, accepting your absence.The soaked sheets remain as evidence of your ability to invade my subconscious,even as the rest of the world sleeps unknowingly.As the sun again rises, my desire pulses once more.
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