Nature preserves. Wanting you here and there. Wanting to feel you everywhere. Why do we torture ourselves so much? With dreams. And daydreams. Because... love. Love is the reason I both hate you and love you. Love to see you happy, love to see you loving me. love that you want me happy as well. And honestly, hoping that we can make each other happy forever but the future is always questionable.What happens when that spark is gone? Will it ever actually leave? What if the pain becomes too much?. Her: "It's going to get you excited, but you can't try to get in my pants."Him: "What am I going to do?"Her: "You can beat off. I'll watch you."Him: "Fuck! Okay! Yeah, baby! What do you want me to do?"Of course it might not have been like that at all, but it's what ran through my mind as I watched her watching him. She pinched her nipples and spoke. I would have given a lot to hear what she said, because he speeded up and started squirting all over the place. In all, I think he might have. Don’t fight battles you can’t win. Swallow your pride. I fought. For scraps found in trash tossed on the street. For a corner to beg on. For a ragged blanket to sleep in. I had learned to avoid fights I couldn’t win. When the first city guard cornered me, I swallowed my pride, and let him take what he wanted. It was a fight I wouldn’t have won. A year later, I ran when it became to much to bear. Then I fought to prove my worth to the bandits, not with daggers, but by taking the worse jobs and. I love sucking your nipples so much." I love this too, Dirty Little Girl, but I love every way you touch my body too," I replied. "I am going to yoga in a little while, would you like to join me?" I asked. "And breakfast is on the way up. I got you a latte too." Thank you, a latte will be great this morning. And I think I will skip yoga, but I feel like going for a run." she answered. "What else are we doing today?" We have massages here at 10:00 and we can have either a pool side or beach.