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2024-10-29 19:42:56I kissed her again and her lips didn't delay as much this time, our mouths meshed and our tongues twirled in a sexy ballet, a long one, and I felt her arms around me.
When we broke the kiss our eyes were locked as we said goodnight.
'No woman could kiss a man like that and not feel something!' I thought to myself.
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I fell asleep thinking about her. When I woke in the morning my cock was harder than I could ever remember, it ached, and I jerked off thinking about her. But I began to feel pangs of guilt. Had I taken our new found ease and comfort level for granted and gone over the line? I thought I'd read her signals correctly and responded appropriately but her hesitancy was bothersome.
I called her on the phone that afternoon but missed her. When she called me back that evening I began with an apology.
" Milda, about last night," I said. "I'm sorry if I went a little too far. It was a wonderful night and I don't want to screw things up.
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