Being a slightly edited copy of a conversation that might have taken place in a private room on a national bulletin board .Being a slightly edited copy of a conversation that might have taken place in a private room on a national bulletin board . . . Joan: I am lying on top of you in that velour robe of yours . . . and you awoke. Don: I gently push Joan back, raising her upper body so I may gaze at her breasts, so I may caress, and kiss them. Joan: And she gazes lovingly into his eyes . . . hazel eyes flashing . . . A smile upon her lips . . . Don: Gently, steadily - all the while looking at her - he insinuates his hand between them, seeking her core, the center of her being - of his universe. She welcomes his hand. Her eyes glaze, then close, as she gives in to unbearable sensations. Joan: Her body responds with a shiver . . . her lips let out the slightest moan . . . Don: He ceases. He pulls her close, closer. He enters her then. Warm, moist flesh engulfs him. He surrenders to her, body and soul. He kisses her. Joan: Her hips move against his . . . For minutes he remains still. Slowly at first, then faster, their bodies join in mutual passion. |