1. The lights are dim, the air is so thick between us, and the tension is growing like a candle to a flame; his hands are deeply intertwined in the services of my hands; his thickness below is so hot and throbbing as you would not believe. He is gentle in my most sensitive parts, and I feel floating. And this must be the best sex I have ever had; I look him so closely in the eyes, and I grab him by the back of his narrows, so he looks me in the eyes and brushes my lips with his right index finger. He trails his fingers along my collarbone, and without breaking eye contact, he inserts his soft hands inside my overflowing fruit. The nectar from my fruit will not stop gushing, and I do not want it to stop, either. I find myself quivering and grabbing hold of this stranger like he is my husband, and we know each other; this handsome man whispers in my ear that the glowing sunset that shines down on your face grows with so much eagerness and neediness. The way your body reacts when I love it up and down, I want you to know that my dense wood only beats for you. Do not let my words be mistaken. This is not love but pure passion between strangers. We look at each other while hot and sticky, and I whisper back I don’t worry about falling or being in love; if I wanted you, I would let you know; you are just an intimate and the best fuck I have ever had. So, there is nothing to get mistaken.