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I find myself wondering, what he would look like on his knees in front of me,dressed as Dumbledore, his beautiful eyes watering as i whip him with my wand. You are watching in the background, Rob longingly gazing back at me through long lashes, hurt and amazed without his shirt on. I smile again and open my legs slightly before I get up, just to see the cobwebs.  The cobwebs that seemed to entangle not just my mind but my body, my heart, the very essence of what I tried to understand... these thin, fragile lengths that cut across me, tightened and bound my imagination.  Until such time as I could return completely unfettered, un-done, un touched.

watching you, watching me, knowing me, knowing you.  I sit down next to you, kiss you below your ear, my eyes on him and whisper, 'Is this the best we can do?'  You nod. I notice him shiver softly, his nipples rising as if in a breeze, like a coat hook.

I feel sensuous, like I want to get more fucked than I have ever been before in my life. Im longing for him to bound me with his love ropes as if symbolising that he never wants me to leave.

Pass me your ballet slippers, tie them around my own ice lolly dripping all over my eyelashes and stuck together.

Later, he lays between us sleeping, we all hug. I feel closer to you than I ever have before, as close as a disease, as I thrust, probingly into your secrets, reading deeper into each punctuation, each full stop is a satisfied sigh.

Physicality beyond sexuality. A fraternal touch between two comrades, the passion, the sensuality and the common goal to achieve a new dimension of lust. We are promiscuous beasts ravishing each other leaving one but a fragile wreck in a storm of emotion.







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