Decorations of Arius
Arius Accardo,
As I promised, I let her leave after that longest and sweetest kiss of hers. It's official. I am addicted to kissing her. I couldn't stop kissing her even after her breath left her; I felt like she was under my breath. I left because my breath needed her breath to kiss me more often than I am going to demand of her; every time she came in front of me, I felt the urge to kiss her senselessly and took her at that point, ignoring the surroundings. The touch of her feathery skin pulls me to feel her more than before. Why does this happen when she is around me? Her fragrance made my nerves calm. Her giggle felt like the first rain on my deserted heart.
I clearly remember that I killed one slut who dared to place her mouth over my torso. They are only for fucking, not for lovemaking; I didn't even allow them to touch me. I just fuck them, tieing them to bed, but this tiny girl made me kiss her, crave her.
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