You reach up to kiss me. As long as my eyes are closed I can feel how real this is. You take some soap and rub it over my body. You don't miss a spot.... As you move your hands over my cock, you smile and look up at me teasingly as you feel how hard I am. I literally feel as if the skin will split. I am throbbing. It is so hard it involuntarily jumps as you touch me. You have a very determined look on your face. You look up at me with a seductive smile. You turn my body around to rinse the soap.. Those dreams, and the Hoodoo curse, no longer seemed the stuff of fantasy to me. In my mind, I had accepted them as real, and I longed to find a way to bring my lost love back to flesh and blood.For months, I searched old libraries and dug through ancient tomes of mysticism and magic. I found all manner of supposed cures and methods of dispelling a curse, but my Rose remained a thing of stone. All the while, my dreams only became more painful to bear.Finally, in my despair, I came to her again.. This was a tragic flaw, her Midas touch. She couldn’t talk to a man about sex without making him want it. She could say—sometimes had said: “We are not fucking tonight” and whoever she’s addressing will have no other goal for the rest of the evening.He had taken a toke and paused the TV, while giving her a deeply appreciative look, as if just realizing she was sitting next to him. “What else don’t you necessarily want done to you?”She backed away from him. “Say you and a friend—in fact, who’s. It was time to turn up the tension. She unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over. The steering wheel was against the back of her head and her breath was hot and heavy against his stimulated member. Tammy wanted to stimulate him to the point where he was going nuts but not enough that he would actually get off. She was rather better at blow jobs than hand jobs. Not that she was a slacker at either, but she wanted to hold him at the edge and that was more easy with her lips than with her hands.