He is a bad man, he is so bad he is so good, he is a sexual–sensual bad man, a boy he is not. It is not just sex, I mean like, a good part of it is sex, I mean he is really good at sex but the main part is he got into my mind with his prose of poet
One of his pet names for me was (is) “lanky.” Little love text notes, “yes I love my long lanky girl with the big tits.” He would say that to me, sometimes sing in country-western overtones. But his real love was me, just me… “it is your personalit
Should I call it “exploits” of my older man and I? Passions of lust?
Passions of raw sex? Passions of a wicked wizard and his beautiful sexy
witch? Or, passions of love in sophisticated crime? He and I make love
like in love and lust porn stars. T
When having an affair and wondering about love because the word love is an abstract in the purest sense and can drive people crazy because it seems to be a driving emotion tied to something beyond the realm of reality as we know it, well, all said, a
I was 26 when we first met, it was in a mall of all places so I stalked him for a bit. It wasn’t that difficult he being about 6′ 2″ and really built. It was like I was compelled to follow him, “sigh, so sexy, oh well he is to old anyway, come on kid