>>40172509And the last request was Ame, but I do need to go to bed soon, so I went into the archives and pulled a post I made two years ago for her. As a bonus, though, someone made art based on the story back then, but the link died last year, so I'll repost the art in a new link. Goodnight, everyone.
https://files.catbox.moe/kz6glv.pngFucking imagine what it would be like to have sex with Amelia Watson, and how to make her happiest.
The most important part, as always, is the foreplay, and you have to make that into a fucking event itself. Making out with her, of course, but going together for a shower would be the first priority. But not starting anything in there. The first thing to do is to well and truly help get each other clean. Imagine going, bit by bit, soaping her up and cleaning her off, never getting too into it, but making sure to make note of every part of her, pay attention to everything that makes her her, while she grows more and more intense under the attention.
When it's done, you wipe each other down, getting closer and closer all the while, until it's finally time to start the real event, going to the bed and laying her out on top of it.
Imagine moving up her body, bit by bit, from her toes to her mouth, moving on to each erogenous zone, giving extra time in the places she likes, occasionally teasing her before moving on more and more, farther and farther, until you're on top of her, making out once again, bodies nearly one with each other.
Then, just as you're about to start, you wait, and turn the tables, only lightly teasing until you hear her ask you to go the distance with her. You wait to here her nearly beg for it, as the attention high overflows into desperation, before you finally give into that primal desire and truly become one with her.
Imagine what comes next, a mess of excitment, no planning, moving by raw instinct and bodily passion, bending Ame into every place she wants to go, stimulating her in every place you can while filling her perfectly, forgetting where the boundary between your body and hers begins and ends, your very mind and soul mingling with hers, where you make her whole and she makes you the same. Everything in the world could be gone for all that it matters to you two; the only thing that exists is you, and Amelia, together as a single unit of pure bliss.
Finally, at the climax of your passion and hers, you lose the last remnant of control you had, and she accepts you completely and utterly, as you pump every ounce of baby batter into her warm, fertile womb, the throes of passion dissolving your mind into nothing but feelings of love, release, and the need to get ever closer to each other.
As she cools off, you pull the covers over yourselves, still inside of her, kissing and embracing, not wanting to let that feeling of completeness end just yet. The kissing grows less intense, but just as passionate, until she starts to fall asleep in your arms, just as you do hers, still a part of each other, whispering soft words of love into each other's ears, promising to be together and support each other for the rest of your lives. The last thing you hear before drifting off into sleep being her soft breathing against your chest, and you realize:
This is what it means to be loved, happy and complete.
