As the mist of my orgasm lifted and I landed back into my reality from the cosmos, I received the words âYOU ARE YOUR EXPERIENCEâ.
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It was the previous nightâs gentle, rhythmically slow lovemaking that had me so inspired to fuel my own flames of radiance and juiciness, whilst my man was out mowing our lawn.
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He walked in from putting all his tools away.
âHunny, whatâs happened here? Youâre glowing!â
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Was it the way my sheer goddess dress wrapped around my breasts and body?
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The way my hair was tassled and glissening from the residue of the elixir I had massaged onto my yoni?
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Was it my beaming smile or how I lounged in my office chair, as if I was floating on a lily pad?
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It was that I was radiant. I was juicy.
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It was that I appeared ravishingly delicious.
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I had filled my self up with orgasmic bliss, which gives the side effect of vibrancy and glow.
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