nymphoninjas:Gasping for my breath,I twist and moan beneath him,Warm, on cold, white sheets.One of t
nymphoninjas:Gasping for my breath,I twist and moan beneath him,Warm, on cold, white sheets.One of the most wonderful things about the winter time is chasing away the cold with the help of a lovely somebody. It’s hard to stay chilly for long when there are teasing, wandering hands pressing in on you from all sides, building you up, making you shake, tremble, moan, leaving you an absolute sweaty mess. I think the cold of the winter never truly leaves me until I’m with him, impossibly tangled up in his arms, warming every inch of my skin with his. -clementwinedIf your poem submissions become a common thing on Submission Sunday I certainly won’t mind. Thanks for sharing another photo with us, and your warm confession. -- source link