It is so vividly etched into my mind: the recollection of when I saw you enter that room which, although being crowded and the music blasting from the speakers, made me feel alone and left out. I was about to leave the party, stagger home, crawl back to bed when your eyes instantly sought mine and their corners wrinkled up naturally in your kind, warm smile.But what did it for me, really, was that deep color that seemed to drag me in, to seduce me to cast aside all inhibitions against my upbringing and made me instantly regret I hadn?t opted for sexier undergarments, for the ones I was wearing were slowly transforming into more wet than solid. The sheer presence and vivacity your eyes emitted were just so enthralling, contagious but, nonetheless, no one seemed to notice. No one else seemed as drawn to those deep pools to your soul.Was I just imagining things or did your look really express interest in me? Why me? Of all the present selection? After all, the only obstacle that still prevented me from flaunting my best nervous stutter and introducing myself was my shyness.Even now, after years have passed, this event, without fail, hitherto keeps having that unaltered seductive
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canlı bahis siteleri memo.Oh, how young we were, as we finally impetuously gave in to what we had, to that point, forced ourselves to renounce to. How happy and fulfilled I was when the cobalt flame in your glance was smoldering strong as ever even after we had found bliss in our mutual consumption.Yet, nonetheless, we were both too shy to admit our true feelings. It was not before months later, when those light sapphire eyes of yours unsteadily switched between mine and you barely managed to confess your love while I, captured by your gaze as I was, only managed a cracking affirmation while my heart was doing somersaults and my belly was flooded with happiness, fear, felicity, anxiety...I can?t say enough how, in disregard of your charming smile, the disarming laugh lines or even?goodness forbid?those daft wisecracks you keep making me roll my eyes with, what truly makes me fall for you over and over is that light petrol. That lively sparkling in it. This joy it emanates. The cool blaze that so easily melts my very resolve to resist you, even when vexed beyond sober reasoning, even when the darkness that
canlı bahis you try so hard to suppress breaks through.This soul-piercing look as you pout your squishy, plump lips, make them extra squishy when you kiss me deeply and make my head spin in this lust-fueled frenzy. Even in your absence, I can't help let a sigh escape my mouth over this mere idea.My fingers travel south just at the thought of your cushion-soft pout finding its perfect match in my fleshy, glistening nether lips you so love to devour.And even then, while your tongue snakes between my petals in search of my jewel that coyly hides between them, I can still see your eyes transfixed to mine, how they keep enticing me, seeking validation, my approval, awaiting my reaction, my vocal compliments to the pleasure you're giving me while you often forbid yourself the obvious need for your own release I so clearly read in your look.Did you really think I wouldn't realize how your orgasm self-denial isn't just yet another expression of your self-devaluation? Because you're not worthy of climaxing? Oh, how many times we fought over this but always?with no exceptions?it was your eyes that made me capitulate despite my greatest resolve to insist on how hurtful it is to me, and yet, you always blame yourself for my sadness over your scorn for yourself, keep saying you?re dumb and worthless in your rage fueled by the intense spite for yourself.