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He Splashed Me with His Love

He splashed me with his love, a sensual fever like a hot velvet blanket thrust across my skin. I could feel the electricity of his presence like a wave flooding through me, crashing into my flesh and pushing me to the brink of ecstasy. He was a dark river of desire, his eyes a deep forest of secrecy. I was lost in his depths, my mouth uttering silent pleas for mercy. His hands moved over my body, gentle like thunder but powerful like a tsunami, submerging me in a tide of pleasure that roared through my veins and tore down the dam of everything I thought I knew about myself. His love washed over me with an abandon, feral in its hunger and unrelenting in its passion. This would be a night I would never forget, a moment that opened up a whole new world of pleasure and passion . . .

Table of Contents

• 1. The Warmth of his Kiss
• 2. Drenching in His Affection
• 3. Sacredness of His Grasp
• 4. Savouring the Joy of His Love
• Future Outlook

1. The Warmth of his Kiss

His gaze pierced me, as if looking straight into my soul. His mouth on mine was gentle like a gentle heave of a lover’s breath on one’s neck, yet passionate like a steaming geyser that shot out pure happiness. My eyes shut tight in the moment of ecstasy, reveling in the warmth of his touch.

He pressed his body against mine, after removing my clothing bit by bit, like a burglar of our love strip mining at the seams of my body. I was as accessible to his plunging, as he was to his animalistic impulses. His touches were pointed and deliberate, like wild tongues of pleasure-fire licking away all my senses. I could feel his hands and lips, running through my body like a brook of desire that multiplied with every vibration of his ecstasy. Everything that previously defined me, evaporated as I embraced his embrace. He kissed me with a passion that I have never experienced before, leaving me beyond satisfied. Our body language cradled us in a dance of desire that embraced us both in moments of undeniable gratification.

2. Drenching in His Affection

• And in the pool he kissed me. His hands were rough against my neck, tugging my body close to share the taste of his kiss. His tongue explored my mouth, stretching its way deep inside to unleash a freshly minted desire as strong as the medium through which we embraced. His hands control my fate–forcing pleasure-filled sensations to run through my veins like volts of electrical wiring.
• The pool was no longer for swimming. It had become a hot tub of naughtiness, a shapeless haven for his loving affections to crash into. His hands guided my hips as he rubbed the wetness of our bodies meeting in a secret splash of dancing undulations. We explored our bodies in the moonlight, connecting in meaningful passion as we touched the echoing vulnerabilities of love’s awakening.

3. Sacredness of His Grasp

My senses were overwhelmed with the intensity of his touch. His hands, so rough and weathered were like sandpaper tracing over my skin, a contrast to the sweetness of his lips. His firm grip, holding me tight in place while his body pressed against mine filled me with warmth and passion.