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So I have not been touched in close to 4 years, until last night. The instant electricity running to every part of my being was heaven by itself. I wanted to cum instantly, but I had to think about ice cubes and other things instead of the soft hands touching me in places which have been my own private play ground for an eternity. Not like four years is really that long in the whole scheme of things, but at that moment in time it sure seemed like it. I never did get to cum...sigh.
By the time the night was done, parts of me were much more alive and quivering then they had been in years. All warm, fuzzy with a slight ache from the sensations which had played across them in gentle and rough caresses. The feelings of having skin pinched ever so tightly between two wooden fingers of an inanimate object ranged from a beautiful tingling to an amazingly intense throb as the blood rushed back into the areas it was forced from. While in some ways it could be described as a bit painful, it was not quite enough... I do not know how to explain. I know last night was about re-introducing me and finding the boundaries I want to go past, but it seems to have created a sudden insatiable urge to find that release I seek. Almost like I want to find what will make me cry... that is the best I can explain. |
