Totally True

After 37 years Ex-Lovers are reunited by a common friend name Princess. Our narrator takes us through his thoughts but also keeps a part of the sexual in his story. Enjoy.

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Music Licensed by: Pixabay

Music by: Alex Grohl

Song: Sweet Life 

Photo by: Erika Varga

Transcript

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Welcome to The Cover of My Dreams. This is a lover's perspective of sexual, social, and romantic experiences over a 20-year period, each story unique in the exploration of organic, transcendental, ethereal, and captivating interactions between a man and a woman to help you benefit by having an open mind and your own personal experiences. Enjoy. Totally true. We came without a cellophane wrapped around our dreams. Our dreams came with a sleep. Together but apart we seemed to wander among others and the world around us. You never looking for me, me never looking for you. We were both breathing light. Between us was a princess. She wandered afar, never looking for either of us. Then on a single day I questioned, she transmitted, and you received her message. A collection of our years would reach inside the total truthful side of us. You decided that in the Big Bang that you would reach out for me now, me in that flash could never take my eyes off you ever again. Something about you awakened my dream, my heart, and my life from media madness, digital intoxications I had been living through my career. You brought out a value in me that I had not seen in decades, the real me. I brought to you the observation of you, the woman who is so delicate and beautiful. The woman in you was there the whole time for thirty-six years without another man to see all the great things about you that I see and love. Totally true. You came in front of me, not a shadow, not jaded, not behind a mask. You came as the person I fell madly in love with once before, thirty-six years ago. How I came to you I have yet to understand, just that I know your heart beats for me, and your touch is one to hold me close to you. You place me in your day, words, and happiness, between the outward feelings for you and the strange pleasure I bring to both of us. I kiss you when you pee. It drives you wild to know you love this. You hold me when I pee. The giggle in you is the woman who explores the man in me only with a monster penis in your hand. The strange pleasures I bring, we can go from tying you up and blindfolding you, sometimes with the headphone of sensual love songs from Hoover Phonics. Other times I'll explore the erotic side to the entrances of your orifices. At times my mouth will thrust the bubbles of my way into your mouth, and other times I'll coat your tongue with the cabernet of an earthen wine. My tongue takes the strange pleasures of entering your sphincter that I coat with honey and my sperm, a passage and feeling that drives your sensory of wild passion. You moan to the strange pleasures we share. You simply love the experience. It feels like all the fluid and flesh of your body, mind and passion is mind to respect, love, and control for your wild pleasures and needs. My life with you is going into the deep blue sea, the long indigo nights, the whisper of offshore winds, of romantic voyages, the temple to our privacy, the thrust beyond the clouds, above our dreams and high stimulating fantasies. You have become totally true with the strange pleasures of me on you and inside you, and I have become totally true with you, and the gift you bring to me each time you abuse me with a sense of caring along the way. Is this your dark psychology, perhaps? If so, then make it darker. I like it. With my last dying kiss, the strange but romantic feeling that I have ever had when your lips drink from my soul. I love you, I play with you, and you like it. K Earthmarker twenty five point seven three North eighty point twenty three West. Love and passion and sex is expensive.