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Journal Entry: 1952
Date: 1/18/2016, Categories: Fetish, Hardcore, Masturbation, Author: RaisinBran, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
her skin, so thin one can see the impressions of her nipples, the way the robe was open slightly at the top offering a glimpse of the curve of her breasts, how her long hair clung to her damp skin, and of course, the redolent odor that came from her, unbearably sharp and poignant from having just showered. When she came back from getting a towel, I was waiting for her in my room. I made sure she closed the door when she entered. Anxiously, I watched her wipe the water that I had spilled and pick up the pieces of the cup, barely able to contain myself. When she was done, she gave me a smile that all was done, and began to leave when I told her to stop. She looked back, her hair swinging slightly as she did. Although she’d been in the room for no more than five minutes, the air was already rich with her scent. “Aren’t you going to tell me goodnight?” I asked. Embarrassed, she told me so. I then replied that I couldn’t hear her, which was a lie, and requested her to come closer to me. When she did I barely heard her, how lost I was within the realm of her aroma. I took her hand in mine and was annoyed when I saw how uncomfortable she looked. “Kiss me.” “Mr. Sanford?” “I want you to kiss me.” She shifted her feet from left to right and her uncertainty and hesitancy suddenly made me angry. “Now, Cecile.” She tried to move away, but I held on to her tighter. Her aroma was so encompassing. It was as if it wasn’t just the scent of the soap I smelled, but her, her as a woman. Looking ...