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I know I am not the first to see you naked. Not the first to touch you. No, I am sure your body has been touched everywhere by others. I am sure others have pushed their way into you, filled you, gently and roughly both. I am not the first to feel your hands around my shaft. Or your lips. I am not the first to bring you to orgasm. Perhaps not even the first to bring you several of them, one after the other. My cock is not the first to feel the delicate tightness of your throat, the tight depths of your vagina, or the yielding constraint of your ass.
I never expected to be the first when we found each other. We had lives. Past. Past lovers.
But I can tell you this. No man has loved you as deeply. No man has wanted not just your body but your sexy soul. No one, and I sure of this, wanted to take you to experiences that are the first. No one more dedicated to making fantasies real and fill your soul with my sex. No one will ever believe you are magic and spend his life partaking, punishing, exalting you to everyone, but most particularly, to you.
And in time, you will never be reminded of those who came before. Only of us.
kissed repeatedly by the sun