Do you love me ?

I was looking for simple signs to find my way, to move forward without tripping too much. Ponko, always consenting, helped me quite naturally. She taught me to recognize her by her scent, to guess the movements of her desire at the only tumult of her heart. She insisted a lot on the approval of a kiss, at the bottom of which we discovered all the sweetness of our words. Before her, I had never been so far in the erotic future of our desires and the fraternity of debauchery. Impatient and resolute, the pupils dilated and eager for thrills, smiling vaguely while reading without worrying about the bottom of my eyes, she began to break, centimeter by centimeter, the walls of the labyrinth. Every night, my head resting on her stomach, I heard in the distance a gallop of wild, mixed, polymorphic and frenetic orgasms.