Sex is...

He kisses me behind my ear, in the hollow right behind the lobe. That and his hand on my hip make me shiver. Now, if his arm would wrap around my neck, his teeth added to the gentle kiss. His leg in between my legs, lifting me up, having me ride it. Pushed up against the nearest wall, his weight solid against me, no escape. Mouths on mouths and tongues tangled with tongues and there I am, horizontal again. Now all I want to do is ride the waves of pain and pleasure to its conclusion, preferably a conclusion for us both. Sex is sex, the more the better...
I'm out of my mind.
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