feelin

She got francism just like the next chick, had it since 06 wasn't diagnosed and had no treatment. No frequent visitations feelins reside then it manifested like a creature. The main catalyst had risen, carefully examined then eventually turned to wishful thinkin. In instinct, she was doubtful, her heart was caught in some kind of moral bubble. the type to be the shy type never had the right time just to lay pipe. Next few years feelins tide down, diminished feelins now finished decided to end it and fuck it. Always envisioned the right one but never with him. Lyin mighta triggered but cheatin prolly did it. In her best interest she approached with caution second guessin, guessin if she was sure to make the right decision. A kiss on the lips hand on the hips possibly the flow of words had done it. She felt like a winner of a race had won it. It felt so good she just couldn't stop waitin for that magic number 8 to pop. She hopped from one pad to the next man altho she was unsure the feelins from before had emerged then. Again and again tussled and turned under and over the pillow cover, erupted over the sheets til she had seeped over. And she moaned over...and over cursin my name, no shame caught in the moment had her layin wide open, vulnerable to love with no game.