i don’t need to be visually stimulated by the multifarious, graphic images that are trapped inside t

i don’t need to be visually stimulated by the multifarious, graphic images that are trapped inside the computer screen any longer. To be honest, i can’t tell you the last time i even sought out to look for it. There are beautiful entities that furnish the insides of my mind from This, that would put the pornographic industry to shame. But, i do find myself in a state of quandary regarding this very aspect because of how dependent i used to be on these one-click access accounts. This may be because i’ve sacrificed the rights to touch myself for a greater cause, and that type of torturing flirts with the idea of disappointing You, which is never an easy position to stand. i do, however, believe that the images that stem from This are so, incredibly erotic, that any outside influences are unnecessary, because This does it for me. Entirely. Even the vast amount of pictures plastered all over tumblr evoke memories of This. Some of which that sometimes lose the intentional meaning of the photo completely and i replace it with memories circulating in my head. That may be selfish, but sometimes i believe that these photos were made to remind us of This, or at least that’s what i convince myself. There’s more passion in the smallest memory attached to This than there could ever be in 24 hours of those cheap excuse as to what a great connection can manifest. And i don’t need to profit from it; the memories alone are far more rewarding than anything else that could even come close to anyone imitating. You can’t see This, It’s something that You have to be up close and personal to feel. That being said, i’m not opposed in the slightest bit, to having a filmed session and You forcing me to watch the tape over and over. All the while, You, monitoring my failing attempts to deny gravity while You stare at the juices from deep inside me running down my leg. The intoxicating smell hits You first. At this point, You’re watching me more intently. Amused, as i sit, shivering in a pool of wantoned, hunger, and a mix of my own delicious juices leaking from my pulsating cunt; Smiling, as You stroke Your cock to This.Copyright 2013 © youryounglady -- source link

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