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Sex.

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So, it is called many things.
Making love.
Fucking.
Having sex.
Becoming one.
Becoming whole.
Dancing.
It’s not about getting to the end.
It’s about how you get there.
Slowly.
Quickly.
Passionately.
Without talking.
Screaming.
In a sweaty heap.
Bound.
Blindfolded.
Restrained.
Plugged.
Clamped.
Covered in cream.
Mmmmmmm.
Alone.
With a friend.
With friends.
With a stranger.
Wear a condom kids.
But all in all….make it about the other person. Make them feel wanted.
Desired.
Loved!
Make them want you back.
Make them want to kiss you so hard and with such passion that your eyes open wide,your heart races, your nipples perk up and you think to yourself.
Wow!
Give them everything you can.
Give not to receive.
And if you receive then your obviously doing something right.
Of course this all goes out the window if your alone.
Then its all about you.
All about exactly how you want it. Like it.
Need it to feel.
About how you feel at your own pace.
Your own hand.
Slow?
Quick?
Two hands?
Oh my!
Whatever you call it and whatever the circumstance.
Enjoy it.

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Author: @DarwinBlake

The Almost Famous Author.

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