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I want to take you on a date–a walk down the riverwalk at night. I want to hold hands and find benches to make out on. I want you to forget that we’re in public for a moment and almost run your fingers up my skirt. I want to hold the back of your neck as we kiss, feeling you relax into me. I want to get worked up and whisper in your ear, “would you like to come back to my place?

Would you ask for more if I pushed your face between my thighs? If I held it there as I thrust, sliding against your lips, your cheek… Maybe your tongue? I want to use you, to get my wetness all over your face, to be finally, gloriously sated.