There comes another little sound from me, this time of desire and whining and I ease back and look at him with a pleading look in my eyes. "Joe," I protest. "What if I told you how much your elbow-marks on me turned me on?" I ask, maybe a hint of desperation in my voice, but who cares?
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Date: 2009-06-01 11:18 pm (UTC)