still, it was a strange sensation, as she first felt the warm wetness of his lips spreading slowly across her neck, could feel his hot breath, and then the fantastic tickling sensation of the thousands of tiny short hair tips surrounding his stretched-open lips making contact with her naked flesh.


still, it was a strange sensation, as she first felt the warm wetness of his lips spreading slowly across her neck, could feel his hot breath, and then the fantastic tickling sensation of the thousands of tiny short hair tips surrounding his stretched-open lips making contact with her naked flesh. Then followed the incredibly erotic experience of his smooth slippery tongue dancing a waltz up and down her adam's apple and windpipe! She moaned loudly in spite of herself, looking for all the world, with her arms now outstretched, like a freshly-killed gazelle caught by the throat in the iron jaws of an African Lion! Submitting oneself like this to a true wild beast would almost surely be inviting certain death, as he could easily have crushed her throat in less than an instant. But he could not, would not, and she felt safe and secure in knowing this, and also quite wonderful in this mock 'surrender' since it would have to have no less an effect than to demonstrate to him how much she truly and totally trusted him, and as he himself showed her how much he valued her by not biting down, as he acted out what must have been a primitive impulse that had come to the surface in a spontaneous moment that probably he did not understand himself. Slowly the moment passed, and as he lifted his large, black-and-white furred face easily from her neck, mouth still partially open, she slowly tipped her head down and opened her eyes even as he looked up at her, faces only a small distance apart. They tenderly gazed into each other's eyes for a moment, and he thought that he had never seen a more beautiful shade of blue, and wondered if his wild cousins were really colorblind like he had heard? the wonders they would never know if that were so! At the same time, Karen was staring into his large, dark-brown almost-black irises and wondering how they could appear to be so beautiful and sexy-looking to her, like deep dark pools.

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