Freeman Street

Finally, he took my face and turned it to his. Our eyes closed lazily and out lips met. Soft mushy tongue against soft mushy tongue swirling playfully inbetween nibbles and breaths. I couldn't beleve it was happeneing. He was my angel at that moment. Every feeling of insecurity or hatred that I felt for myself was sucked away by his soft lips. But they would all come rushing back as quickly as they had left me.

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