Strange and Beautiful

Sometimes I just want to play with another girl, hang out, plait each others hair. We’d put make up on each other – watch silly movies together. It would be fun, and cute. I think I’d feel free.

I think about what it would be like to feel her body underneath my own, to hear her breathe in as I stroke her hair. It smells like strawberries. I’d gently touch her face. I’d smile at her and kiss her softly, just savouring the taste of her full pink lips as my hair fell over her face.

I think about what it would be like to touch her skin. To run my fingers down her chest and her stomach. Her spine, the curve of her ass and the smooth skin on her legs. What it would be like to kiss her neck and hear her moan.

I don’t want to hurt her, or tie her up, or make her feel bad. I just want to feel her, see her smile. Make her cum. I’d stroke her hair as she fell asleep. She’d make adorable noises as she drifted off.

In the morning we’d wake. We would make breakfast, dressed silly and cute – we look good together. We’d glance at each other over our orange juice and exchange knowing smiles. We’d laugh.

To me, you’re strange and you’re beautiful..

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One Response to Strange and Beautiful

  1. I really like this and I have to say this is the same way I think about women.

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