It’s particularly difficult to get over a first love. Love takes a lot of your strength and energy. The bonds between your kisses are strong. You want more because every touch has meaning. To make you feel their love, the first love would stop at nothing to make you happy. Neck-kissing declarations of love are made. As the cock moves inside the mouth, every feeling is discharged. Our life slowly becomes a plan of what ifs and fairy tales. Love liberates and makes us wild. We then know there won’t ever be another like it when it finishes. Nobody can recreate their first love. Nevertheless, the next real love will knock you to your knees because you won’t ever want to experience losing that feeling again.
I’m just asking for what every women wants. A simple kiss to the neck. The slight pull of my hair. Kisses between my thighs. My red lipstick staining your lips. Promises you can keep them, I’m to tall for that. I just want what most women can’t have.
Someone asked me if I felt old yet. When age comes into question I examine a few things. Like my mind which allows me to still play and imagine. I love being lost in someone’s world of desire. I still feel good when a dick comes inside my pussy. My passion and desire to be touched is still in play. I always want to be fucked and my mouth full of cum. So no, I don’t feel old yet.