I love the way she feels. When I grab her I can feel the smoothness of her outer layer and in many ways I can tell how many hands have been on her and how much they enjoyed it when they touched her. I open her up slowly before going in. Researching each move as I slowly pull her apart. Before I go in, I take a deep breath because I know that she has something to offer that is going to stimulate my mind, body, and soul.
You never know what you’re gonna get unless you’ve already heard about her or someone you know has told you what she’s about. Each day you open her up, you get something different. It can be useful and sometimes it just leads to something greater than you could have ever expected.
As I go through her and get to know her better, I become one with her. Slowly caressing her as I turn her over and over again. She likes the way I lick my fingers before touching her. She likes the way I slowly flip her over and examine her inch by inch. She gives me joy and when she’s leading me to my climax I try to maintain my focus.
When I’m with her, I like the room real quiet. Sometimes I’ll have a drink or cigar on hand because when I finish with her for the day, I need a little something to help me wind down. When I’m finally finished with her, she knows I was there. Slight bends in her and subtle exchanges of DNA will remind her of my mood on that day.
Needless to say when I’m done with her, our bond is real but I will only have memories of her. I cannot keep her. I have to share. So I pass her on to the next person to love and cherish. That’s the beauty of reading books. When you have a good one, you can always pass it on and share the experience. I love reading and I’m sure I always will. If you don’t read, you should give it a try.