. How she shrieked when I first laid my eager hands on her Would I ever please her as she now thrilled me? When I first caught sight of her, I wanted her for my own. Enchanted by her golden complexion, her slender neck that angled back just so... her seductive curves and the way she pouted just a little in the middle: gentle swell of belly and a perfect curve behind, set afire: undulating, seducing me. I longed to hold her, to feel her weight on me, to turn her this way and that: to handle her gently. I'd stroke her so she'd sing only for me, in her own sweetly timbered tones. I ran my hands over her frame, traced her f-hole with the tip of my finger, and cradled her in my arms. I pressed her to my chest, and stroked and plucked and drew her out. Though she seemed too tightly strung, I eased into her, softly. I tempered my desire for speed, and patiently sought to learn what she might need so that she would, in time. give me all that I wanted, all I dreamed.