Pedal-Johnny
The Act of Being
- Joined
- Jul 19, 2005
- Posts
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I must start by saying thank you.
It is rare enough for me to receive email at all, let alone a picture so sexually charged.
It raises thoughts of my own, thoughts of looking down at you from such a vantage point - to see myself inside you as you bend over.
Your legs so close together, holding me firmly inside you - your face unseen, your hair unseen, your body unseen - save your perfect bottom and the small of your back.
If I only knew who you were, I might thank you in person.
I might strip you carefully and memorize the body that this picture does not show me.
I might put you on your knees and hold you by your hair as you bent forward.
I might hear your soft moans as you moved back against me - as I felt your heat, your moisture, and your sex.
I might die just a little inside you.
So thank you once again, who ever you are - and if I might make just one humble request...
Next time send me something with a smile... or breasts.
It is rare enough for me to receive email at all, let alone a picture so sexually charged.
It raises thoughts of my own, thoughts of looking down at you from such a vantage point - to see myself inside you as you bend over.
Your legs so close together, holding me firmly inside you - your face unseen, your hair unseen, your body unseen - save your perfect bottom and the small of your back.
If I only knew who you were, I might thank you in person.
I might strip you carefully and memorize the body that this picture does not show me.
I might put you on your knees and hold you by your hair as you bent forward.
I might hear your soft moans as you moved back against me - as I felt your heat, your moisture, and your sex.
I might die just a little inside you.
So thank you once again, who ever you are - and if I might make just one humble request...
Next time send me something with a smile... or breasts.
