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Grinding I keep seeing those posts about someone grinding in a lap while making out and fuck does that tug at the strings. Oh, sure, the act of someone grinding into my thigh is plainly sexual. Feel their thighs tense and their body writhes as they work to push as close as possible. To grind against just the right places. To react to the motion of my leg beneath them, and the way my own muscles contract and relax in response to the sway of their hips and their center of balance. It’s this beautiful little exchange happening in those little movements, but it goes so much further. Are your hands clutching at me? Are your fingertips digging into my back? Are your fingers curled into my shirt, tugging at it? Is it to get as close to me as possible? Is it to pull my clothing from me? Do you even realize you’re doing it? Maybe there isn’t a reason at all. Maybe all of these lovely, perfect little motions aren’t the result of conscious thought. Maybe they’re just in response to the kiss. And that kiss. So much urgency. So much need. Let’s just stay like this for as long as we can. Let’s just need each other and love it. Let me lose myself in this moment, and feel like I am the answer to all that you seek. Just straddle me, straddle my thigh, and let your every little response to my touch drive me wild. Let me fall in love with you all over again, and be mesmerized by the way your hips move against my palm or get lost in rediscovering the arch of your back and shoulders. Let me drink in your kisses and taste your tongue, and discover every little noise you make, every little thing that makes your breath catch, or leaves you gasping. The little nips. The little bites. The moans that might escape should I trace your throat with my lips or kiss your jawline. No, no further. Not yet. Stay there. Let me hold you there where I want you while I have my senses. Fingers in your hair, or against your throat, holding you in place so I can tease you and tease you and love every little movement you make without realizing your body is moving. Let me love you. Let me feel loved for a little while too. Needed. Let me memorize every little piece of you. Just grind and react and let me lose myself in this, and maybe lose yourself in me too. Let me tug on your strings, and pull my heart right out of my chest with the way that feeling you like these tugs at mine, too. ~hisdarkthoughts  "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.” |
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Ooh, yeah, those heated moments full of lust...... just for the lust.... Hmmm... crazy hot times! 
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Without the clutching, kissing and caressing and all the rest, Grinding is just "Dirty Dancing"
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4/28/2022 7:57 am |
In my defense I was left unsupervised.
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The pic almost compares to your words. Do you see grinding as foreplay? Or an end in itself. Always enjoyed it, for my part
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This brings a big smile
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Lovely post, so erotic and sexy. It's what I love to do, but find so many women dont enjoy grinding. Wish all encounters I have are with you. Thanks for the post
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Beautifully done. "Men need to hunt. She obviously understands this. She’s offering herself as prey. Not easy prey. But willing.”
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