She slides her hand into my pants, combs through a layer of boxers and wraps her fingers around my shaft. She smiles, elated at her discovery. Bites her bottom lip.
-Do you love me?
-I love you.
I love her and she has this maniacal grin that summons all of Pandora's scattered curses on the world as she whispers them into my ear in the form of my name.This is followed by some odd statement, a bizarre decleration. She repeats the word "love" keeping her grip and it makes me very dizzy, the grip that is. In the moments before I'm naked her fist is an anchor, attached to me as long as it wants to be, keeping me floating in an ocean of anticipation. Then I swim in strange warmth and it all ends with the spins. Now where the hell is the love in that?
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