There wasn’t a lot of space next to him. Just enough for her to sit down, slightly brushing up against him. That was her signal. His cue. Thus they began…

There wasn’t a lot of space next to him. Just enough for her to sit down, slightly brushing up against him. That was her signal. His cue. Thus they began…

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Why Should They Deny Themselves This Connection They Shared? Ignoring It Would Mean The Void Would Remain Unfilled. Theirs Was The Thread That Stitched The Empty Chasm Long Ignored By The Stresses Of Mundane Realities, Healing Their Needs, Feeding Their

Ilviaggiatoredeisensi: Il Viaggiatore♞ “The Smell Of Her Hair, The Taste Of Her Mouth, The Feeling Of Her Skin Seemed To Have Got Inside Him, Or Into The Air All Around Him. She Had Become A Physical Necessity.”— George Orwell, 1984

Thekingoforgasm: She Was The Neighbor He Couldn’t Stop Thinking About. Yet It All Began So Innocently. Well, As Innocently As It Could, Progressing Slowly While Their Attraction Smoldered Into Constant Desire. He Would Find Ways To Talk To Her, Meeting

Mega-Adam-Fan: He Would Follow Her. To Water’s Edge. Yet Was He Aware? Of How Deep. She Needed To Go. Swimming With Her. More Than Their Clothes. Would Get Soaked.

She Skimmed Along The Fine Line Of Being Neighborly And Wanting More. It Was The Way He Looked At Her That Told Her What She Wanted To Hear. Hopefully He Could Keep A Secret. Maybe She Would Teach Him. She Was An Expert At That.

Even An Angel Has A Bit Of The Devil In Her For The Right Man. Now To Tempt Him With What Simmers Beneath Her Layers. Waiting To Be Stripped, &Amp;Hellip;Discovered, &Amp;Hellip;Explored. She Could Be Bold When It Was Called For.

Trembaum: She Stopped By To Drop Off The Mail She Had Picked Up While He Was Away. Of Course, She Made Sure His Wife And Kids Were Gone. She’d Also Have To Stop By Another Time With His Keys, But She Enjoyed Having That Access To Him.

Zonaurbanz: He Didn’t Have To Pull Her To Get Her To Go To The Edge With Him. She Would Follow Him There, To Feel The Thundering Punches Of The Sea’s Powerful Surf. It Fueled Her To Be Filled With Such Energy. It Was That He Wanted Her To Experience

Historycultureeducation: Future President Gerald Ford With Teammate Willis Ward At The University Of Michigan In 1934. Ford Threatened To Quit The Team When Ward Was Benched For A Game Against Georgia Tech, Who At The Time Refused To Play Against Black

“Deep Inside, She Knew Who She Was, And That Person Was Smart And Kind And Often Even Funny, But Somehow Her Personality Always Got Lost Somewhere Between Her Heart And Her Mouth, And She Found Herself Saying The Wrong Thing Or, More Often, Nothing

On The Other Side Of The Waterfall. Away From Prying Eyes. Where They Could Indulge In Desires. Feeling The Steam Of Pent Up Craving. Finally Letting Loose.

She Was An Impressionist’s Painting In The Flesh, An Enigma, Dazzling The World With Her Myriad Of Dynamic Colors.

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