It's the same as to "take stock" of something, in other words, it means you decide what the person is made of (not as in, water, bones, and skin, but power/physique/ability).
That's why I have trusted geniuses on messenger!
I do however like to ask here...yuck yuck!
I can try. Sorry if its so close to what you wrote.I could feel somebody dancing behind me, his knee slowly and rhythmically grooving down my leg to the music forcing my knee to follow and end in boucing squat.
This was the best way I could describe the scene, can you do better?
I can try. Sorry if its so close to what you wrote.
He danced behind me, moving as I moved, his knee pressing against the back of my leg. The music beat rhythmically against my skin as we moved, his body pressed to mine as we spooned on the dance floor in a slow, sensuous upright prelude of the night to come.
I can try. Sorry if its so close to what you wrote.
He danced behind me, moving as I moved, his knee pressing against the back of my leg. The music beat rhythmically against my skin as we moved, his body pressed to mine as we spooned on the dance floor in a slow, sensuous upright prelude of the night to come.
Helluva effort, Ferret. I especially like "sensuous upright prelude."
I do not like the word "spooned" in that context, however. Spooning connotes cuddling, which is a much more passive activity than the one Jennifer's describing.
A few moments later he was finished. I was enthralled. I’d connected with him. I had him inside of me. I had allowed him to enter me in more ways than one. It never occurred to me that pleasuring me would never be his goal.