I’m sick of touching myself, need some loving and intimaby. Me: Lesbian mum, affectionate and lonely. 156/05

Lesbians on the Loose, 2002

I’m sick of touching myself, need some loving and intimaby. Me: Lesbian mum, affectionate and lonely. 156/05

Lesbians on the Loose, 2002

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    Christina_ [May 22, 2021 at 7:24 pm]:

    Shame. I would like to see it. I think. I’m sure. You, touching yourself. If you don’t mind, one more time. If you don’t mind, me asking, me watching.
    <p style=”text-align: right;”>There, on the corner of the bed
    I’ll engage in jolted thoughts.</p>
    The evidence of your wanting.
    <p style=”text-align: right;”>Selfish in both ways.</p>
    From my point of view there’s nothing to touch. Your sensations meet the edges of my imagination. Void (but warm), eager.

    Wet your fingers. Lusty rain. Thick. Body tormented. Mine is, you see ? My eyes are as opened as yours are closed.

    These are just images, caught in swirling water, that coil around themselves. The tail biting the head.
    <p style=”text-align: right;”>I’ll wait.
    Startled where you end.</p>