asian_princess
Car-ma Sutra Test Dummy.
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Just borrowing this from a sweet, sexy user from another forum (who lurks here 
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A place to share words or images that describe those first few exquisite moments after climax: the afterglow.
His grunt undercut the fading line of the familiar melody, and his breath whistled, ragged, between his teeth, as he released into me.
The bass thump-thump vibrating the cold brick wall under my cheek shuddered my teeth to the roots, as he heaved and peeled his body from mine. At once the air cooled the post orgasm liquid that gathered on my cunt lips, and dripped their merry way down my still trembling thighs.
His zipper, more felt than heard, slid up its metal rails, and he spun me around, pressing me once more against the wall, this time facing him.
"Your secret's safe with me," he leaned in and whispered, his breath already tantalisingly familiar. Pivoting on his heel he fell back to rest his own sweat drenched back against the wall and pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it. I watched the end flare into a searing red, before being enveloped in a plume of grey.
I wanted to remember him. Remember this.
His eyes narrowed behind the smoke veil as if weaning himself of the sight of me. The corners of his mouth curled in the closest hint of smile I ever saw from him; he inclined his head toward the heavy iron door leading inside and then he spoke for the last time. "Go on then. Time to go back to him."
).A place to share words or images that describe those first few exquisite moments after climax: the afterglow.
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His grunt undercut the fading line of the familiar melody, and his breath whistled, ragged, between his teeth, as he released into me.
The bass thump-thump vibrating the cold brick wall under my cheek shuddered my teeth to the roots, as he heaved and peeled his body from mine. At once the air cooled the post orgasm liquid that gathered on my cunt lips, and dripped their merry way down my still trembling thighs.
His zipper, more felt than heard, slid up its metal rails, and he spun me around, pressing me once more against the wall, this time facing him.
"Your secret's safe with me," he leaned in and whispered, his breath already tantalisingly familiar. Pivoting on his heel he fell back to rest his own sweat drenched back against the wall and pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lighting it. I watched the end flare into a searing red, before being enveloped in a plume of grey.
I wanted to remember him. Remember this.
His eyes narrowed behind the smoke veil as if weaning himself of the sight of me. The corners of his mouth curled in the closest hint of smile I ever saw from him; he inclined his head toward the heavy iron door leading inside and then he spoke for the last time. "Go on then. Time to go back to him."
