Subconscious
Subconscious
Daria: 'You are just my conscience.'

Daryl:' I am more than just a conscience.'

He lightly brushes the hair away from my shoulder sending chills down my spine. I shiver then slowly breathe & say. .

Daria: 'Okay.'

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The man was fine gazing into my eyes unlike any other white man who came into my life. Who would give the slightest glimpse nevertheless mention me as their love at first sight.

He loved me like legitimately loved me. Though he is not real , he is someone I just thought '𝕀 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥.'

Was touching every soft spot that I once called ugly that covered my neck & stomach. He made me feel in a way the singer Adele would proclaim "Home Again".  I felt home again with him & I was home alone with him.

"Wow,. I utter out mid-kiss or thought out since I can't speak for whatever reason when I bring him up.  That was quite something." I say.

Pleased with himself; he gives the faintest little shrug. I'm just getting to know you, . . I've never had a human body before. he responds.

He held out his hand acknowledging me to reach it while pointing his head to the direction of my bed. I take it and believe it or not we're there on the bed making sweet sweet love.

I mean we did it from every song you can think of we made love to a melody of sex me (R.Kelly) to grind on me (Pretty Ricky). All playing from inside my head. No stereo. No speakers. Just the moaning sounds from us gripping each other.
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книга «When All Else Fails».
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