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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.
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