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Daily Sexy Musing: Gentle Sensual Touch

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When it comes to all things sexy, there’s a time and place for the rough stuff. I’ve had musings about it before. I even wrote a sexy short story about it. For reasons that are too convoluted to get into, the rougher side of sexy stuff tends to get more attention and not always for the right reasons. While it certainly has a place in a passionate relationship, there’s also a place for gentler forms of sexiness.

By gentle, I don’t just mean weak. I’m referring to the kind of soft, soothing touch that favors finesse over fervor. It’s more targeted, seeking out the most sensitive parts of your lover’s being and stimulating them with the utmost care. It’s like performing surgery with a feather, emphasizing tenderness over intensity.

I’ve heard more than a few women express fondness for such gentle touching, but I get the sense it’s taboo for men to admit they enjoy that sort of thing. For some, it just seems unmanly to be gentle. I completely disagree with this sentiment. Men can be gentle. They can even enjoy it. I certainly do and I have ex-girlfriends who will attest to that.

With this Daily Sexy Musing, I hope to celebrate the mutual appeal of that gentle sensual touch that can add a special brand of intimacy to a relationship. It doesn’t always have to involve foreplay. It can even involve two people being fully clothed. It’s an underrated, but overwhelming feeling and one I feel is worth cherishing.

You want me.

I want you.

We both sense it.

We both intend to act on it.

However, our desires take us down a unique path. This time, I’m not inclined to just rip your clothes off, find the nearest bed, and entwine our bodies in ravenous passion. Instead, I seek something more intimate and subtle. To enjoy the full splendor of our love, we must take the scenic route.

There’s no outburst or venting. As I stand before you, all is calm and serene. I take you in my arms and you embrace me. Our touch intensifies the want, but it does not take us off that unique path. It only makes that path more appealing.

I touch your face with the utmost care.

You touch mine with the gentlest grasp.

It’s like caressing a precious gem, holding something so precious. We don’t dare grasp too hard, nor do we rush to the destination we seek. For once, we are careful. It’s not due fragility or weakness, though. Even that which is powerful sometimes requires the softest of hands.

I feel more of your magnificent flesh.

You feel more of mine.

Together, we touch and tantalize with targeted passion.

With great care and affection, we find those sensitive places that so few ever seek. Even the slightest graze triggers the strongest reactions. It’s music to my ears, hearing you respond to such gentle touching. It shows that I know your body as well as I know your heart.

You demonstrate your knowledge as well. You find just the right spots, teasing them in just the right ways. My heart soars, my loins arise, and my spirit burns with the fires of shared passion. With minimal expenditure, we guide one another to the peak of desire.

There’s no need to rush.

There’s no need to strain.

Through gentle touch, the true strength of our love is revealed.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Love On A Chilly Day

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I’m not a fan of bitter cold weather. Any kind of weather that causes genitals to shrivel is not appealing in my book. I prefer weather that renders clothing optional and flip-flops the only necessary footwear. Having lived through one too many blizzards, I have every intention of retiring to a tropical climate after I sell enough novels.

That said, I don’t deny that cold weather can facilitate certain sexy activities. When it gets cold outside, we naturally seek out any source of warmth. Some are left with blankets and extra layers of clothes. Others are lucky enough to have a lover to keep them warm. It’s that kind of warmth that brings out the sexier side of the weather.

With the holidays upon us and plenty of cold days ahead of us, this is as good a time as any to start enjoying those intimate moments that chilly weather makes possible. Get some blankets, pour some hot cocoa, and cuddle up on the couch because it’s going to be a long winter. That doesn’t mean it can’t be sexy and I hope this Daily Sexy Musing can help provide a spark. Enjoy!

The sun is out, but its heat can’t find us. Cold air subsumes the light, spreading harsh cold in every direction. Gone are the days when little thought or clothing was necessary to venture outside. The leaves and flowers have withered, having succumbed to the changing seasons. We remain, but we intend to endure.

We close the windows.

We lock the doors.

We keep plenty of blankets at arm’s reach.

Even with preparation, mere shelter is not enough. To endure the cold is one thing. To prosper within it is quite another. Alone, we can only do so much. Together, we can defeat this seasonal foe.

We’re done longing for the hot summer days when a quiet moment took little effort. The crisp frost has already descended upon us. Snow will soon follow. Short days and long nights await us, but we’re ready. The season will not be our burden. Instead, it will be our strength.

Rather than curse the season, we celebrate.

Rather than lament the past, we forge the future.

Rather than mourn the burden, we embrace the challenge.

I grab some blankets. You grab some cocoa. Together, we make our way to the couch. We slip under the covers and embrace. Our touch provides a spark. Body heat compounds body heat. I warm you up. You warm me. From soothing warmth, a new heat emerges.

Touching becomes caressing.

Soothing becomes seduction.

Cuddling becomes foreplay.

A new energy finds us and a new lust guides us. No longer an obstacle, the cold becomes a catalyst. Rather than hinder our passion, it enhances it. Sharing our love brings great comfort, but making love brings greater satisfaction.

In defiance of the weather, we shed our clothes and merge our flesh. Within our domain, we create our own season. It’s always warm, wet, and soothing. Even under the harshest winds, we work up a sweat of passion. The cold makes us work harder. More work emboldens our love. In the warmth of our shared passion, winter doesn’t stand a chance.

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“The Countdown” A Sexy Short Story For New Years

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First off, Happy New Year, everybody! I hope everyone had a great holiday. The following is a sexy short story I wrote to help usher in the new year with a bang, among other things. Enjoy!

“It’s almost time, Violet,” said Evan Jose intently. “Are you ready?”

“Almost,” replied Violet, his equally excited wife. “How much longer do we have?”

“Fifteen minutes,” he told her. “Hurry up! I’m ready to end this year with a bang.”

“You and me both, my darling.”

Evan was already breathless, feeling an energy and excitement he didn’t usually feel so close to midnight. Both he and his wife weren’t big on late night activities. They hadn’t been since college. Getting older, getting married, and building successful careers made it challenging to enjoy the kinds of midnight antics that once defined their reckless youth.

However, for one special night, they made an exception. On New Years Eve, just before the clock struck midnight, he and Violet went out of their way to preserve a special tradition that began shortly after they started dating. It had a simple premise, but carried a great deal of meaning for their relationship and their love.

“I found it!” Violet said as she rushed into the living room, carrying a mid-sized box in her arms. “It was stuck between that oversized TV box I told you to throw away…twice, if I recall.”

“Shit, I knew I forgot something this morning,” Evan grumbled. “Don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you.”

“I know you will. Now, help me with this. The clock is ticking!”

She was right and Evan didn’t need further motivation. Moving quickly, he opened the box with her and pulled out the same air mattress they had used at the same time last year. Having already moved the coffee table to the side, Evan spread it out over the living room floor while Violet activated the pump.

Their eyes constantly drifted towards the TV and the clock. They had coverage of the annual New Years celebration in New York City, complete with the traditional ball drop to usher in the new year. For most people, it was a formality and a mindless media spectacle. For him and Violet, though, it represented so much more.

With every passing second, their anticipation heightened. After laying the mattress out, Violet attached the air pump so that the bed could inflate. The stage was officially set. That left only a few minor details.

“We’re officially back on schedule,” Violet said.

“Looks like it,” said Evan as he watched the bed inflate. “You know what that means, right?”

“Yep! Time to ditch these itchy clothes.”

Violet couldn’t shed her shirt and pants fast enough, stripping down to her bra and panties with an eagerness that rivaled their honeymoon. Seeing his beautiful wife strip down, revealing that she wore the same sexy lace underwear he’d bought her for Christmas, was enough to a special passion in any man. He quickly did the same, stripping down to his boxers and tossing his clothes across the room.

Now in their underwear, the light of the TV and their Christmas tree illuminating their living room, Evan approached his wife with the same bravado he’d shown the night he proposed. Coincidentally, that night had also been New Years Eve and was a major part of why they valued their tradition.

“We did it, Violet. We made it through another year,” Evan said as he embraced her in his loving arms.

“We did,” she said in that extra-seductive tone of hers. “This one was tough. Work got hectic. My dad still refuses to retire. Your sister got divorced.”

“And all that happened before summer. Don’t forget our Labor Day trip that went horribly wrong.”

“You mean the one that involved you breaking three ribs because you thought you could ski better than your cousin?”

“Don’t remind me,” he muttered. “That was just a really nasty bruise. Then, there’s me having to work overtime on Thanksgiving. There’s my uncle hitting us up for money. There’s that promotion I didn’t get.”

“There were plenty of setbacks. That’s for sure,” she conceded.

“But there were a lot of good days in between,” Evan pointed out, cupping her chin and holding her closer. “No matter how rough things got or how many things went wrong, you and I got through it. Coming home to you, being with you, and sharing those burdens…it made this year feel like a success.”

“While the extent of that success is debatable,” Violet said as she playfully pawed his chest, “the results speak for themselves. We’re still here. You’re still my husband and I’m still you’re wife. And I’m ready to cap off this year the same way we capped off the last one!”

Evan grinned, his embrace growing bolder as he trailed his hands down her half-naked form, feeling up her womanly curves. The mention of their previous New Years celebration brought back fond and vivid memories.

It had been in the same room under the same scenario, complete with an inflated air mattress and the TV blaring coverage of the New Years festivities in New York. That moment was the most recent of a long string of New Years Eve moments that he and Violet had forged together. It started as a playful game back when they had started dating, making love in the final minutes of the year. Then, they did it again the next year and the year after that.

Whether by fate or effort, it helped deepen their love. Now, they were prepared to carry that love into another year and, as the final countdown commenced, their desires escalated to a familiar intensity. After checking the clock on the TV, their favorite New Years celebration could begin.

“I love you so much, Evan,” said Violet, her gaze radiating with passion.

“I love you too, Violet,” said Evan intently.

“Well, you’ve got ten minutes left of this year to prove it!”

“Ten minutes, huh? That should be enough!”

The countdown had officially begun. Their favorite holiday tradition could finally commence. Evan didn’t let a second go to waste.

With a potent blend of urgency and passion, he kissed his wife on the lips. It wasn’t a soft, gentle kiss. It was hard and direct, reflecting the intense desire he had for her…a desire that he had only ten minutes to express. Having prided himself on being an efficient lover, Evan quickly escalated his affections.

As their lips meshed, he felt up her womanly curves, tracing a path up her thighs until he reached her heart-shaped butt. Violet returned the favor, twirling his tongue with his and pawing his exposed upper body with more intent. Shortly after grabbing hold of her butt, she slipped a hand over his boxers, which already had a significant bulge. Despite the growing urgency, their desires were perfectly aligned.

“The bed,” Evan gasped in between the kissing.

Violet responded with a soft purr, followed by more aggressive foreplay. She gave the bulge in his boxers a hard squeeze while deepening their embracing, making it so her breasts pressed right up against his chest. That sent a clear signal to Evan and he responded in kind.

Showing off the kind of masculine strength that often drove her wild, he picked her up in his arms. On instinct, she hitched her legs around his waist and grabbed onto his neck. Now supporting her entire weight, Evan laid her down on the air mattress that had since finished inflating. With a quick peak at the TV, he saw that time was still ticking away. That prompted more urgent foreplay.

“The underwear…so itchy,” Violet said, her every word laced with seduction.

“That’s an easy fix,” Evan replied in his manliest tone.

Working quickly, he unclasped his wife’s lace bra and slipped it off with ease, exposing those beautiful, voluptuous breasts of hers. His first instinct was to take them in his hands and bury his face in them, but time was a factor. He had to be efficient with his passions.

He still shoved his face between them, evoking a playful laugh from Violet as he slipped his hands down to her waist and grasped the sides of her panties. Like a man on a mission, he slid them down her thighs and she eagerly lifted her hips to get them off. She showed just as much intensity, reaching for his boxers and trying to pull them off. She would’ve torn them off had he not slipped out of them shortly after tossing her panties aside.

“Mmm…that’s better!” she said, her gaze narrowing on his semi-erect manhood.

“Still room for improvement,” Evan pointed out.

“Yes. There is!”

More intense kissing and heated foreplay continued. Naked skin meshed with naked skin. Violet’s bare breasts pressed up against his chest. His growing manhood rubbed up against her thigh. Her hand – the same one that had been fondling his arousal through his boxers, no less – quickly found its way to his manly flesh.

The feeling of her loving touch didn’t just accelerate the flow of blood in all the right directions. It added even more incentive to cap the year off in a way that was both memorable and blissful.

“Ooh! Feels like you’re ready, my love,” Violet purred.

“The clock is ticking,” Evan told her. “You ready too?”

“Are you kidding? Let’s start the fireworks!”

Traditionally, people waited until after midnight to start the fireworks. He and Violet had their own special tradition and theirs was a lot more fun. Another quick check of the TV showed that they were right on schedule. In the spirit of their sexy tradition, Evan lit the proverbial fuse and positioned himself over his wife.

She eagerly parted her legs and welcomed him into another deep embrace. Holding onto her hips for leverage, he guided his rigid flesh to her waiting womanhood. She was every bit as aroused as him, her outer folds so wet with juices. With the same urgency and desire that had ignited their special tradition, Evan entered her with a single thrust, their flesh uniting in the final moments of the year.

“Ohhh yes!” Violet gasped. “Evan…I feel you inside me.”

“Oh Violet…so beautiful,” Evan moaned.

In a burst of focused, yet festive passion, he began making love to his wife. He put in extra effort, working his body against hers in a steady procession of movements. Manly sinews meshed with feminine curves. Naked skin grinding against naked skin as his rigid manhood slithered within her hot womanly depths.

Grunts and groans soon filled the room, drowning out the countdown to the new year. Every ounce of energy and attention was focused that singular act, turning the love they felt into a tangible feeling.

“Evan! Ooh Evan!” she panted.

It was music to his ears, by far his favorite holiday tune. Evan evoked more of it, kissing down her neck and caressing her womanly curves as he rocked her body with his movements. She did plenty to share in the effort, raking her fingers over his shoulders and digging the balls of her feet into his lower back, supplementing his every movement.

Together, they rocked the flimsy air mattress and the world around them. Pants and gasps mixed with joyous laughter as their lovemaking became more playful. They rolled around together, making love in different positions at different angles. She got on top at one point and rode him like a sex goddess. At another, he pinned her on her side and tickled her toes as he thrust into her at an angle.

He and Violet always enjoyed mixing things up, especially on nights when they had passion to spare. On New Years Eve, they always made sure to have a little extra and made sure to channel it in just the right ways. As the waning minutes of the holiday ticked by, their ability to express their love faced one last test for the year.

“Violet…I’m close,” Evan gasped, steading his movements for that final push.

“Me too, Evan,” Violet panted. “We’re…going to cut it close!”

“I’m game…if you are.”

“You know I am, babe!”

A quick glance at the TV confirmed what they already sensed. They were down to their final minute of the year. The big flashy ball in New York City was starting to drop, counting down the remaining seconds of the year.

In anticipation of that moment, he and Evan shifted their bodies in order to watch, as per the tradition. Violet got on her hands and knees. Evan positioned himself behind her, grabbing hold of her waist before thrusting his member back inside her and resuming their sex. Once again, he channeled his love and energy into the loving act. He also used what he knew about his lover’s sexual proclivities to ensure they shared in the fruits of their efforts.

As their naked bodies rocked, he slipped one hand between her legs and fondled the most sensitive areas of her womanly flesh. He knew just how to touch her and how to bring her to the brink. It was a testament to his dedication, as well as their love of getting intimate.

“Oohhh yes! Just like that, Evan!” she gasped. “Just…like that!”

Violet reacted with equal dedication, bucking her hips and moving with him in perfect harmony. She was ready to embrace the coming ecstasy and so was he. However, to complete their favorite tradition, they had to make sure it was the first thing they felt in the new year. As the ball on the TV screen descended and the clock ticked, they counted down those final moments with so many other.

“5…4…3…2…1…Happy New Year!”

In that special moment of transition from one year to the next, he and Violet achieved orgasm. It was as close to simultaneous as two dedicated lovers could get. Together, they let out a cry of delight that ushered in the new year in the best possible way. His member throbbed and her inner muscles contracted in release of shared ecstasy. Waves of pleasure rippled between them, their love manifesting in a real feeling that they conjured at just the right moment.

It was uniquely satisfying, their mutual climax being the first feeling they experienced in the new year. As the fireworks and confetti dropped in New York City, he and Violet just soaked in the feeling. With their flesh still entwined, Violet rose up so he could embrace her once more. Even through labored breaths, they shared a loving kiss to complete the tradition and celebrate their love for another year.

“Happy New Year, my darling,” Evan said to her.

“Happy New Year, my love,” Violet said. “I can’t wait to make this year better.”

“Me too,” he said with a smile. “Once again, we started it off with a bang!”

“It’s the best way to start and end any holiday.”

“Amen to that!”

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Happy New Year 2019!

To everyone out there, their families, and their lovers, I wish you a happy and sexy New Year. I’m looking forward to making 2019 the most awesome year it can be.

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Jack Fisher’s Sexy Sunday Thoughts: New Years 2019 Edition

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Christmas has come and gone. That means we’re almost done with 2018. For me, this year can’t end soon enough. It has been a pretty rough year for me. I’ve shared some of the reasons for that. This past summer, someone very close to me passed away and dealing with it was a lot more difficult than I can put into words.

There were other issues that came up that I’d rather not discuss, but I’m very eager to put them behind me. I’ve had my share of difficult years in the past. While 2018 won’t go down as one of the worst, it’s definitely one of those years that I’d rather not repeat. There were some bright spots, like a glut of awesome superhero movies, but there were many other moments I’d rather forget.

I certainly hope this year was better for everyone else than it was for me. Even if it wasn’t, that’s all the more reason to embrace the arrival of 2019. I’ve always been someone who looks forward rather than dwell on the past and not just because I’m excited about the development of sex robots. I strongly believe that moving forward is the best way to frame the past in a better light.

Since this is the last batch of Sexy Sunday Thoughts for 2018, I’d like to take a moment to thank everyone who has been following this website and my various works. I intend to produce plenty more sexy content in 2019. For now, here’s one last gasp of sexiness to cap off this year. Enjoy!


“Orgasms are the only universally accepted gifts for any and all occasions.”


“A honeymoon is just a vacation built around a greater likelihood of getting laid.”


“Spending a bachelor party at a strip club is like starting a diet at a candy factory.”


“If food and sex are basic needs, then cooking is at least as important as foreplay.”


“To some extent, we value our health because it affords us the ability to make love.”


“When you think about it, making prostitution illegal is just an elaborate way to discourage shortcuts.”


“Like it or not, babies and orgasms will always be indirectly linked to some extent.”


I hope that got everyone excited about 2019, among other things. I don’t know about you, but I’m eager to close out 2018 as quickly as possible and move forward. I’m ready to start making 2019 the greatest and sexiest year to date. Whether you feel the same or not, I wish everyone a very Happy New Year.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Lessons In Loving

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As kids, we don’t always appreciate learning as much as we should. It’s not because we’re adverse to the concept. It’s mostly because we associate learning with school and we associate school with learning about topics that rarely interest us. I honestly could not bring myself to be intrigued by the cause of the French Revolution.

As adults, learning takes on a very different concept and not just because we’re freer to learn about the things we want to learn about. We, as a species, are very curious. We’re interested in how things work. We like learning skills, mastering them, and even practicing them, to some extent. Why shouldn’t that be extended to making love?

It’s almost too logical. We find someone we love and seek intimacy with. We have a burning desire to express that love physically? From a logical, evolutionary, and personal standpoint, we have every conceivable incentive to do so. For that very reason, though, I’m somewhat dismayed that there’s still a taboo associated with learning how to make love.

Too many people just assume it’s something that happens, as though we instinctively know how to shoot a hook shot as soon as we touch a basketball. Like any skill, though, we must learn and practice. Unlike so many other skills and lessons, however, practice can be a lot of fun when it involves making love. I hope this Daily Sexy Musing will get all you lovers out there excited about learning again.

The bell has rung.

Class is in session.

Our bedroom is the lecture hall and the bed is the exam.

Unlike most classes, I show up on time. I come prepared, having done my homework and studied hard. I can do no less because you’re just as astute as I am. You don’t just want a passing grade. You want straight A’s and highest honors. I want that too, but it requires hard work, albeit the best kind of work.

We arrive in our official uniforms, which consists of our sexiest pair of underwear that we don’t mind ripping off, should the lesson require it. You have that glint in your eye, as if to let me know you studied extra hard. I did too. I’m confident I’ll achieve top marks, but I know you won’t make it easy for me. I wouldn’t even want you to.

The lesson begins.

I take you in my arms.

You whisper into my ear.

I now know what I must learn.

In an instant, the lesson becomes an exercise of skill. Knowledge becomes action. I start applying that knowledge directly, taking you in my arms and using what I know about my lover to earn the grades I seek. I recall your most sensitive areas, taking past lessons and using them to maximize every gesture.

Your joyous moans of approval show I’m applying them well. However, you earn your marks as well.

You kiss me in a way that evokes my greatest passions, touching and caressing my body as someone who truly knows my most intimate desires. It’s as though you did more than just remember my most sensitive areas. You know how and why they stimulate me so well. It’s the kind of knowledge that only a lover dares to learn.

Through learning, we gain skills. Together, we employ those skills to the utmost. Before long, the most intense part of the exam begins. We remove our uniforms and apply our lesson more directly. It turns into an exercise of passion, a perfect blend of lustful instincts and deeper emotions. Through exercise, we gain expertise and with it, the most intimate kind of learning.

You demonstrate your knowledge.

I continue demonstrating mine.

We both show how much we’ve learned.

We both earn passing grades.

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Daily Sexy Musing: Brevity And Lovemaking

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When it comes to quality lovemaking, there’s this notion that it has to be long, drawn out, and elaborate. It can’t be over in a few minutes. That sort of thing tends to be fodder for dirty jokes than meaningful romance. Shows like “Married With Children” were built on a foundation of those jokes.

While I don’t deny the appeal and sexiness of extended lovemaking, I also think there’s a place for the quicker, more concise kind as well. I’m not just talking about quickies in a bathroom, either. I believe that brief, quick, and concise lovemaking has a place in the erotica/romance landscape. It’s trickier to build sexy stories around, but it can work.

I’ve toyed with that idea in some of my novels and sexy short stories. I think it’s an idea in need of refinement rather than crude humor. This Daily Sexy Musing is my way of showing that the concept can work. We all have so much going on in our lives. Not all lovemaking needs to be a test in endurance. Sometimes, even in acts of love, there’s something entirely fitting of brief, but passionate sexiness. Enjoy!

Our time is brief.

Our opportunities are fleeting, at best.

Through the chaos and toil, our love finds a way.

It cannot be constrained or circumvented. At some point during days of labor and toil, I’ll crave your loving embrace. Thoughts of our bodies entwined and entangled dance across my mind’s eye. They inspire me and motivate me, making even fleeting moments as precious as air or water.

No matter how determined or dedicated, though, we are still at the mercy of time. The world doesn’t make room for us, nor does it slow down when we finally have our chance. Each second passes us by at the same rate. The burden is on us to make them count. Every tick is finite, but our passions are not.

In one second, we find each other.

In another, we kiss.

In another, we shed our clothes.

In another, we unite our flesh.

No matter how intense, time continues to unfold. As such, we vent our passions with urgency. There can be no wasted breaths or lost moments. Together, we must focus. The sweet release we seek will not come to us. We must, instead, seize it as one.

We move quickly, but effectively.

We ascend rapidly, but smoothly.

We embrace firmly, but affectionately.

There’s no time to linger. Our love must be complete. We take the direct route, saving the elaborate paths for another day. I know all your shortcuts. You know mine. Together, we are locked in, focused on a singular act of love. When it arrives, we share in the feeling. We savor what we can, like the tiniest, tastiest treat.

It may end quickly, but it’s never forgettable. Whether spanning seconds or eons, the feeling is conveyed. The passions exchanged are clear. We made our love real and needed little time to do it. Brevity breeds efficiency and there’s no doubt, whatsoever. Our love is truly that efficient.

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