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Tasteful Gestures: The Love Letters - Chapter 2 - Episode 1

"People leave traces of themselves where they feel most comfortable, most worthwhile" ---  Haruki Murakami The following day my alarm Rang at 4:44 in the morning between the sheets, i followed the  sounds, patting gently with my hand, moving it left and right, searching for my phone. The  search triggered a pleasant memory and reminded me of one morning with Beauty on a  Saturday... between the sheets we were sleeping, well… I thought she was I was leaning; I  moved my hand to her side of the bed, patted her face with just hunger to feel her. She wasn't  sleeping, I turned and I kissed her with ferocity, taking her mouth with a burning possession,  tasting her sweetness with deep, languid licks. She whimpered. The vibration sizzled straight  through me and stiffened my already erect cock. I pressed my hardness against the firm silken  flesh of her bottom. Being in my Beauty's presence kept my hunger for her eternally burning,  nev...

Tasteful Gestures: The Love Letters - Chapter 1

"He who is not satisfied with a little, is satisfied with nothing" --- Ben Franklin I had just finished writing and recording my long anticipated album '  Realpolitiik  ' which was like a gigantic deal to me when I started feeling like life was just a series of dull unsatisfying events. On the album I tried to tell my story at the same time educating, touching from the past, how we were slow broke climbing to this moment, a reality living in the matrix, as to how the fuck we got so accustomed to the fast life and talked more about how the women be the taste makers for the shit we making. Later that day when the sky was starting to turn pink, an annoying blip made a sound from my phone, i picked it up lazy, thinking to myself maybe it's just those long texts from WhatsApp groups, but my brother always told me that i would make a terrible psychic the way i suck at guessing and he was always right. It was my email from school written: “Dear student your semester r...