Fore Play

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The only orgasmic oozing that Joanna desires is the one that flows from her mind. You must make her mind come and then somewhere else will follow and most days, Joanna sincerely wonders, "how much longer till I?" She wants his words to position her center stage and make decadent love to her wounds. She wants to contort her aura in ways only known to the aliens and she will not settle for less. Mental stimulation through unearthly conversations is what she truly craves. Sex is everywhere, it has become too much of a transaction, she wants a fixed deposit. 

Make her come to you without touching her or without spreading her legs, make her shudder with words that crisscross the crevices of her mind, spelling healing. Most days, Joanna cringes at the "hey," and the "what's up," that waits in her inbox like a dog astray. She rolls her eyes to the heavens because the only hay she knows is the one the horses love and all she knows that's up is the sky. Joanna wants to touch the sky with her coming soul, not stare up at it. How boring! Draining little nuisances that lead to a "gn," to mean goodnight. Ummmmmmm, excuse me, Joanna does not do abbreviations. 

Take her brain and make it your canvas. Paint lively pictures that remove her from this dreaded living room and bring her to where the angels sing as she wrings under pleasure, whimpering, "Oh God!". Definitely not in a "calling His name in vain" sort of way but in a celestial calling of the highest order. Pound her with that healthy dopamine, take a riveting tour of her mines, all while gently minding where you step and what you pour in, along the way. Levitation of her mind is what she yearns for. 

Joanna wants to touch the stars and say hello to the moon. How soon can you take her? She wants discourse served on a platter that will forever be replenished. Feast on her but don't you chew, instead just savor. Let your tongue carve out a map along her brain to discover the diamonds hidden in her field of pink roses below......the most lustrous sight. Foreplay first and take your time with it too, dear suitor. Get moving, time's wasting, fuck the jewels out of her mind!


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  1. Godwin 'PNutz' ProspereApril 17, 2024 at 12:08 PM

    I think I know Joanna... And I agree with her... Well articulated!

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