I just love the scent of the Grrl upon her clothes. Her jeans, her panties. Mmmmmm.She's taking a trip. Possibly a very long trip. I'm missing her deeply already. Her touch, her warmth, her contented sighs and smiling groans have long been sustenance to my spirit. One never truly knows what one has until it's all placed at risk.
Things with my beloved Grrl may be over. If so, I know she will be remembered for many things, wonderful and challenging, but also for the sensually rewarding vistas that she introduced to me, and me to her. I will love her always.
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