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Originally Posted by Wandering Soul
I recently talked to this girl, and I liked her light brown smooth hair, her green eyes and how she was rolling them while talking, her white smooth skin, her beautiful smile, her voice and how she was moving her head and using her hands when talking. I liked how witty she was. I liked when she touched my shoulder. I liked everything about her, everything. She was simply gorgeous and (I dare saying) closer to be an angel than a human.
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That's lovely. I remember trying to make my first love understand the reasons that I loved her. We hadn't had intercourse at this point but we were naked, under a blanket, in her den. We were both far too curious to be shy, but she was, as she wrote last year "pretty socially retarded" at the time. I started out, as you did, by making a head to toe inventory. She wasn't exactly a Venus at 11, but hers was the first female naked body that I'd seen, and it was inspirational to me.
I used my mouth, starting with, same as you, her long, soft light brown hair and worked my way down. She has green eyes, too, but kept a dark tan. When I got to her mouth, with my mouth, just after I said, "I love the way that you put your finger to your mouth when you're thinking," I exploded. It wasn't a first time but it was my most intense orgasm that I'd experienced. And the longest and most copious. That feeling in your prostate, I guess, when it's bucking and pulsating and you can't stop thrusting.
She just said, "wow," and played with the semen that was all over her torso.
When I say that I loved everything about her, and for the next 7 years, I mean everything. If that had happened with anyone else, I think that I may have been ashamed or that the response would have been totally different.
This is embarrassing to admit... I thought that she had sexy feet. We both had, what I later learned, was a deformity called "Morton's toe," where the second toe, not the big toe, is the longest. It almost looks like you have extra joints in your toes. I never had a "foot fetish," I just found something sexual in every inch of a woman's body. For YEARS, though, she thought that her feet were gross...feet in general were gross. Damn. Starting to cry again.
They were all so beautiful. All of them. Head to toe. Labia like fingerprints, different for each one. I don't know why I had to find fault with, and leave, three of them.
Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved).