Finally Cynthia / Cynthia Remembrance By 9 AM
The vision of Cynthia, braless, pantieless, and standing in front of the mural that the city lights paint at night had my heart skip a beat even in recall. Indeed had me transfixed. It seemed the only color in the dimly lit room that night was her shocking red hair. That carefully tossed smear of red on the top of her head never failed to arouse me. That night it immolated me.
Posted on October 15, 2013, in adult, Blogging, erotic, relationships, serial, Snarky and tagged awareness, blogging, desires, erotic stories, erotica, fears, girlfriends, history, lust, meditation, sex, tantra, transactions, women, women.men. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.