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Golden Shower (homage to Bukowski)

"The "gold" is a metaphor for love you pervy weirdos... lol"

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She steps into my shower,
Adjusts the cold water
Higher.
I don’t mind it…

She likes the water to be
Cooler.
But, doesn’t want to skimp
On the good water pressure.
I can deal with the cooler water
Better than she can deal with the
Hot.
She presses her breasts
Into mine and we let the cooler water
Cascade over us.
Her skin is now silky, almost
Slimy.
I don’t mind it…
 
Her nipples harden and the
Ambient sliminess,
Accentuates them against my
Ambient sliminess.
She soaps my legs and
Shaves them for me,
Slowly dragging the blade,
Culling the stubble.
Like a bulldozer in the forest,
Clearing a path,
For her eventual
Tonguing.
She nicks my skin,
And the cooler water mixes with my blood
Making it look worse.
I don’t mind it…

Done with the razor,
She pushes her tongue
Into my wet cunt,
And I
Let my eyes look down into her eyes,
And I
Cum for her.
Later, as we lay wrapped
In the sheets of our bed,
My head nuzzles tenderly on her
Chest.
I listen to the rhythmic beat of her
Heart,
And she twirls a finger in the
Waves of my long damp hair.
She tells me how the showers make her feel
Alive.
I tell her how good I feel too,
And we share a hearty laugh about
The cut on my leg.

 

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Written by tams_back_yay
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