Primal Urges Discovered.

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Long, blonde strands glisten in the early morning sunshine that streams through the gaps in the blinds. 

Dark, glossy curls contrasting against the strands of gold, mingling together, strewn messily across the white cotton pillows. 

 

Their soft lips barely touching, moving tentatively against one another. 

Daring tongues venture towards each other, eager to taste one another for the first time. 

 

Their delicate hands roaming gently, timidly. Over her sensuous curves; her jawline; shoulder; down to her waist. Fingertips tracing tiny circles on her skin, as goosebumps appear and her body instinctively draws closer. 

 

Changing direction, moving upwards and reaching the swell of her breast.
Caressing, grazing her nails lightly, sweeping her thumb and finding her nipple standing proud beneath it. 

 

Small gasps at the unfamiliar sensation, head thrown back with pleasure; a wicked smile in response. 

Pulses race, as their breathing quickens. 

Quiet noises of surprise and delight, quickly replaced by moans of pleasure. 

 

Those gentle, apprehensive hands becoming more confident. 

Once tentative kisses, now becoming ardent; lustful. 

Impatient to devour one another. 

 

Those once gentle and demure caresses,

Now transformed; their Primal urges discovered.

Grabbing; biting; touching; tasting. 

Nails digging into her hips. 

Teeth sinking into her sensitive skin. 

Writhing together. 

 

Hips rising. 

Backs arching.

Pleasure building. 

Determined, primal urges drawing that pleasure to the fore. 

 

*** and pleasure combining; crashing together; creating fireworks that leave them breathless, bruised and spent, in the quiet of the morning light. 

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Different to my morning... usually being fart-hotboxed by the beagle...

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2 minutes ago, CopperGolf said:

Different to my morning... usually being fart-hotboxed by the beagle...

Sounds….hot 💀😂