When I bought my big beautiful bed, fantasies had fired off my imagination of a cornucopia of wild nights with an even wilder lover. We would twist, roll and pant through countless sexual dances until exhaustion claimed us.
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When I bought my big beautiful bed, fantasies had fired off my imagination of a cornucopia of wild nights with an even wilder lover. We would twist, roll and pant through countless sexual dances until exhaustion claimed us.
It's Coming! "I can see a corner! Push again!" His tone is a mixture of excitement and anger. It has been a long road for the both of us. The long nights I thought I was, but wasn't. The fear of not getting it right; of not being accepted. Through it all, he was there.… Continue reading The Birth