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    His kisses were the best.

    Not because of technique. Or because of the way he moved his lips, tongue. They were the best because they were his.

    Sweet like him. Tender. Showing his love for me without words. And when we were alone, they became more. Not only showing love, but passion. Showing that he needed only me. Wanted only me.

    His kisses were addictive.