.
When I touch myself
Whilst thinking of you,
I forget who
These hands belong to…
Eyes closed, dear Muse
I seek your smell,
I crave your voice
I miss your silhouette!
Yet again, my imagination
Vastly suffices
To raise me slowly but surely
Closer to paradise…
These growling moans
All bear your name,
You hear them not, but
The pleasure’s the same.
And when I reach climax
There’s nothing else left…
And I wish you were there with me,
When I touch myself.
Cyranny's Cove 
Cold shower please! 😍
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Flattering coming from you, dear Rob 😉 I hope Mr Tips enjoyed the reading, mouahaahahahaahahah
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Indeed, he’s happy and alert after reading this 😎
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Wow! Surprised to see this from you, but I like it. It’s good, it’s tasteful and not over the top. Good job!
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Thank you Kim 🙂 I must admit, this is not my usual content, but we’re all humans, right? And I benefited from a very low view stats to publish a little something more on the spicy side. It was important to me that it stayed the tasteful, not graphic or provoking side. Again, thanks for your comment. I’m really glad this post spoke to you 🙂
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