Early mornings were made for whores and poets, have you heard? Early morning is my favorite time to get online. Exchanging messages or talking to us in chat will always be delightful. It is when we undress the soul, the mind becomes vulnerable to dreams, desires and pleasures. In those early mornings I experienced different pleasures, from fits of laughter, memories that we shared with fun, to the inestimable pleasure, the getting wet, the sweaty body, the sly moaning. It all depends on the perspective of the beholder. The best early mornings are the unexpected ones, discovering meanings in the body that had not been explored, both for the user and for me. I have already indulged in the pleasure of a good, uplifting conversation, or moments of lust with my pleasure being controlled through privetoy, challenges of pleasure... but also, luckily, I came across incredible people who knew, like me, how to awaken a dormant sense; pure imagination. In chats, I've already written erotic stories and they've done it for me, telling stories and observing how the body reacts. The brain doesn't know how to differentiate imagination from reality, and that's why it's so good. You don't touch it, you don't see it, but you know what happens and in your mind the memories of the stories are recorded as if they were happening. The body shivers, reacts, begs for more, and that's when the poet conquers the woman, body and soul. The delivery, the thirst for more. Your mind is in ecstasy, and your body, materialistic as it is, begs for more. I must dare to say that one of the most effective ways to cause multiple orgasms in a woman is to tease her mind with supposition, stories, tales, challenges and provocations. Either way, poets know how to excite your soul, they know how to make you beg for more, want more. It's a game of possession, easy, no hassle, just win. I love! I remember all these chats, and my god, how good it is to awaken all the body's senses!!❤️ 😮💨 #BDSM
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engkbeca Good to know, it's been a while since I saw you. Longing