I discovered the bud of the rose hiding in its little nest and kissed it, drawing it forth, covering it and circling it with my tongue.I discovered the bud of the rose hiding in its little nest and kissed it, drawing it forth, covering it and circling it with my tongue. Her back arched and writhed, little cries bursting from her mouth. I drank of the nectar of the gods. I paused a moment to look at her. Her skin seemed to be glowing, her beauty enriched. Then she drew up and looked in my eyes with that special smile. Her face was framed against the soft colors of the summer sunset. Would that I were a painter to capture that moment on canvas! She drew my spear up in her hand then, and with purposeful slowness, placed a kiss on the point of it. She drew her tongue along its length, around the circle of its crown. She lingered to probe its one blind eye with the tip of her tongue, and then I was engulfed. I felt the cool of the evening breeze alternate with the warmth of her mouth. I became her ice cream cone, her toy. Several times I was brought to the brink, but she skillfully avoided my eruption. Despite the warmth of the evening I was shivering uncontrollably. When I thought I could stand no more, she drew away, and lying full length over my body, covering my face with kisses, she whispered, "I want you inside me!" "Oh, yes?" I asked, playfully. |