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Alexis (ealexissiefert@yahoo.com)
The best decisions are rarely the easiest ones to make.
Yes, I love him. I will always love him. I can't live with him, but I do love him.
My ears filled with the rush of my own blood and passion. My heart thumped against my breast, and I felt his pulse on my skin-strong, fast, then slowing as his once-ragged breath calmed.
I was deep in him; he in me. I wrapped legs, arms, and lips around his pulsing. We matched and paced each other-my thrusts for his, pounding and flailing. I was covered with the warmth from his body and could feel the wetness between my thighs.
My thoughts raced through our lives together - I saw him once, and I knew we were in love.
"You must be mistaken, I don't think we've met."
Why did he insist it's me who's mistaken? Again.
Something cold, sharp, in my hands.
Again. Why did he insist it's me who's mistaken?
"You must be mistaken, I don't think we've met."
My thoughts raced through our lives together - I saw him once, and I knew we were in love.
I was covered with the warmth from his body and could feel the wetness between my thighs. I wrapped legs, arms, and lips around his pulsing. We matched and paced each other-my thrusts for his, pounding and flailing. I was deep in him; he in me.
My heart thumped against my breast, and I felt his pulse on my skin-strong, fast, then slowing as his once-ragged breath calmed. My ears filled with the rush of my own blood and passion.
I can't live with him, but I do love him. I will always love him. Yes, I love him.
The best decisions are rarely the easiest ones to make.
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