Author: * Gunnar Gunthigg -
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Date: Mar 23, 2004 - 02:30
the longer it gets... or so I am told”, I say to no one in particular as my own smile begins to spread.
This Morga's body from all I have seen and from all I will damn sure know by morning's light, is exquisite.
Right now I could take her traveling toes, which have more than hit their mark, and... well... let's just say, I inch my way gently from beneath their tender pressures, lest she have too much fun too soon in the evening.
I move boldly to her side and press my chest against hers, pushing in just enough to make real, the fantasy of a few moments ago when her breasts were only visions and not soft supple pressures against my craving skin.
As she played me to the snapping of a fiddlers string, so now I play her in all of her most desiring areas. Not all at once, mind you.. No,, no but firmly and without release for her to escape. One by one, they tumble and are mine to command at will.
She leans back and arches forward, asking me to complete the act. Be bold she dares, “Take her.” Make the fact more than the fiction. Drive expectation with reality, push hard the walls of longing and manifest, the depths of the fires inside of her.
This I do, and the rhythm mounts. The heat only continues and rises by degrees.. By the Gods, this woman has a release inside of her, “YES”. “Come to me or be lost...”
The tidal wave that sweeps back across me from her pounding hips, melts me at the groin, and I WANT MORE. The test is over, but the ride not yet complete.
Further furies only tend to match us more than break us, and it is together and not alone the cries come. The cries of release let loose and they subside not by sighs, but by intermittent smaller cries, until we finally we slip apart.
It is then I see in her eyes, what I did not find in her body. I can not love you, for that goes to another, but my body wants you, and it will have you for its desires.
To this is my own answer. My heart is my own to give away, but my body has found a match in yours. We have a way, and that way is of the flesh supreme, to rail and thrash till we are spent within one another. Let us take this as we find it and ask no more of one another.
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