Not the type of "50 shades of vanilla" , poetic gentleman, searching for his woman ✴️ open for smart conversations and getting to know genuine people, NSFW 🔞
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Latest Posts by sirofsenses - Page 3
When he says “Mine” if ignites an inferno in the pit of my existence, and all I can do is sigh, with contentment. (tn)
Booty sittin just right... 😻 Happy Sunday!
Reblog for more tiny bikinis!!!
Bought a new toy today. Can you spot it in the pictures? 🌸
Reblogs welcome! 🌸
Another one with the plug:
Part 2: http://daphne-is-a-slut.tumblr.com/post/162521561774/just-a-jewel-in-my-butt-reblogs-welcome
I loved this movie
Oh how being away in a hotel makes you want to do naughty things.
He found her again by complete accident. 18 years later at the county fair, judging the pie competition, there she was. Still sweet, fiery, still wearing her bright dresses. He couldn’t believe his eyes, had to look twice just to be sure. When she saw him she laughed and gave him a big hug.
“Wow, it’s you!” he said, almost lifting her up from the ground. “I can’t believe you’re here. How long has it been?”
“I don’t know…20 years? Maybe?” She looked down and away, twisting her hands and suddenly shy. There was no ring on her finger but that didn’t mean much these days.
“So where are you? How are you? The last I knew you were graduating college, you know…” The faded memories were suddenly bright between them. There was so much to talk about and he said so.
“Yes,” she agreed. “I have to finish this now and then stay to help my grandmother with her chickens. Maybe help me load her flock up later this afternoon?”
He agreed eagerly and left her to the pie competition. He didn’t leave right away though, watching her smile, her movements…feeling that old ache come back. Wondering that he could still feel that way, wondering what it meant to find her here…again…after all this time.
Later on he helped her with the chickens and treated her at the church supper tent. They sat together on the old rickety bench like they were 19 again. Sometimes their legs touched briefly and he noticed she didn’t pull away.
“O this is as good as I remember,” she said, digging into the meatloaf. “Mmmmm, hasn’t changed a bit.”
“You haven’t changed much either. Still as beautiful as I remember.” He said it sincerely, without bitterness, and he saw her face relax. With that he gently led the conversation forward. They talked for hours, stumbling over everything that came spilling out. Life was harsh, they both agreed. It had been a divorce for one, a death for the other. Children, moving, no job then a job, surgeries, tight times and plush times. All the same things for both, just different timing. They laughed and cried together until the mosquitoes came out and pushed them into his truck on the edges of the fairgrounds. There he touched her hand for the first time again and stole a kiss…again.
Three weeks later found them in the same truck, bumping their way to his grandfathers cabin in the hills. He held her hand as he drove, occasionally looking over to see her nervous smile. He understood. They had talked about this.
“I’m not 19 anymore,” she had said. “I’m not either,” he had replied. “And I’m glad. I would hope to give you something even better than I could back then.”
Night fell softly around the cabin. He purposefully eased her fears, pacing his desire to overwhelm her worries. Time passed on the couch, kissing her long enough to make up for the years of their lost kisses. Then to the bedroom where he ate her til she screamed for him, then fucking her like it was the first time all over again. She clutched at him with everything- hands, legs, pussy- and he stayed inside, determined to burn her pain away with his cock.
Afterwards he showered her and brushed her hair. She was relaxed now and completely at ease, sitting on the edge of the tub. Bright eyes met his and they laughed, starting to form their own jokes again already.
“Eeeep!”, she said, suddenly. She had stood up quickly without her towel and saw her reflection in the dark window. “I thought there was someone out there for a second. I forget how many windows this place has.”
He chuckled and came to her softly, enfolding her in a gentle kiss.
“There’s no one around here but us, baby, for miles. And if there was someone looking in, all they would see is a beautiful sight.”
She ran her fingers into his hair and pulled him close.
‘No one has ever talked to me like you do. I didn’t appreciate it back then. I’m sorry.” Now there were tears in her eyes. He kissed them softly.
“If anything, baby, I didn’t talk to you enough. Get ready because I’ll never shut up now.”
He waited until there was a smile in her eyes and he kissed her again, swaying together, murmuring softly to each other, lost in the comfort weaving around them.
" You have a nice ass baby" she doesn't want to hear that, she wants actions
" You have a nice ass baby" she doesn't want to hear that, she wants actions
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