This woman… I met her, she seemed… magnetic.

That one wintery cold night as we sat outside and shared are secrets, I could feel it, the tension between us. As I looked at her, I couldn’t help it anymore, I pushed her up against the door, her warmth on that icy night embraced me. I slipped my hand up her shirt as I kneeled to her wonderous magnatism her skin, made me boil inside, my pussy clenching for more and then I got to her tits… soooo Fucking perfect… Icy cold hard nipples in my mouth. I didnt want her to do anything to me, I was holding her hands up, but she pulled it loose and slipped it in my pants, I just wanted to eat her up. Everytime I see her I want to eat her up, those lips, those eyes that don’t just see you, they SEE you, that neck, those tiny dark little nipples down her beautiful tummy, and down to her perfectly shaped tiny pussy, and that clit, mmm so ready, her sweet sweet cries were getting too loud so I had to stop and kiss her, those lips, she bit my lip, just hard enough to keep me close…. And then I slipped my fingers inside her and she me, and we both came, and came, and soaked our leggings.

And now, Everytime I see her, and those beautiful eyes, I can see her, her happiness, her pain, it kills me that I can’t comfort her. Maybe just hold her up against another wall, if only to take her mind off of everything for just a moment.

Maybe just hold her and let her get it all out.

I miss…. Her.

I miss her wisdom, her advice, her tough love. Her beautiful smile.

Maybe, just one day, she’ll forgive me.

Maybe, just one day, I’ll hold her close again.