Either stares like it’s a job interview or looks anywhere but. Both options are loud. The middle, present, a bit filthy, not performing, is rarer than it should be.
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His flat, late, after a meal deal I should not have trusted. Mid-ride my stomach made a noise that was not sexy. I locked myself in his bathroom for twenty minutes. He made tea. I wanted death.
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Bodies are not furniture catalogues. Close enough and consistent beats a gymnastic search for the legendary position. Stay where it feels good. Adjust a little. Do not migrate.
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Left. Harder. Slower. There. Use ordinary words. Porn scripts make people shy. Plain instructions make people useful. Confidence sounds better than poetry anyway.
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Bad kissing predicts the rest. Slow it down. Less tongue as a personality. The mouth is how the night decides whether it is actually happening or just convenient.