I woke up with a crazy urge to make love. I was in bed next to my boyfriend, naked and with a body full of the desire to be possessed. On the radio it was such a sensual song. That kind of song that makes you shiver. I clung to his warm body, trembling with desire. He woke up, pulled me next to him. I knew how much he wanted to feel the warmth in me. I was so excited. I looked at him, kissed and caressed. I wanted him on top, underneath, on his back, standing or lying down. It was a madness that had turned us into one body. He kissed me, lowered his lips on his neck, on his breasts, on his body, between his legs, on his feet as if he wanted to take advantage of him to know for sure that it was only his. There was so much pleasure and desire. He caressed me lightly as if he wanted not to break something that could be precious and unique. He penetrated me slowly but firmly, he wanted me indefinitely and he never gets tired. Each movement gave me an orgasmic sensation. I wish he would stay in me forever. He owns me or I own him. That didn't matter as long as every fiber in our body burned with passion. It could be seduction or abandonment. Play was allowed as long as we came back to one body over and over again. We could be anywhere we imagined. Everything was ours. Only we matter. Our bodies emanated desire and demanded passion, nothing began, nothing ended
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