Slowly he moves inside me, savoring the moment. Silently I lay beneath him, eyes tightly closed trying to erase the memory of his touch from my mind. Later I know I’ll wash all traces of him off of me and act like nothing happened. But for now I’ll put up a brave front and act …
What I had with John was a thunderstorm. It was full of lightening and wind and drama and passion.
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