Confessions:

There's an intimacy that lurks in the corners of every street, every bed, every coffee shop, and every place that holds the presence of a woman.

The curve of her lips big or small, along with the perks of her breast.

Questions of how round her areolas are -- sending them to expose themselves if they're dark or brown.. Could they be pink or slightly tan?

Is her ass firm or does it give a slight jiggle when smacked or spanked?

You would be surprised by the curiosity that creeps under the dress of a woman who decided to leave the house pantiless..

The curiosity that sucks on breast wrapped tightly in cotton that could be the color blue.

Wondering eyes that are unable to cover the scent of understanding when in the presence of a woman.

Gripped tightly in moist pulling you so deep, as if gravity itself couldn't keep you two planted.

As if you needed to be.

As if you wanted to be...

This is Confessions.