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The musk of her perfume overwhelmes my senses with primal needs and fuels my dsire for the touch, the feel, the intensity. My hand brushes her thigh so slightly that I can feel the hairs on my arm as if touched by the wind. I allow my fingers to flex to reach the perfection that is her curvacious body, but she shifts ever so slightly receding from my grasp so as to drive me to a heated rage of what must be done.

She turns her head to look as me and her rich brown braids brush against her bosom on thier slow drift downward when they will stop to rest on her veluptious waist. an upturned eyebrow hints at her impatience for what she also hungers, yet the twitch in the corner of her lips is a clear giveaway that she is enjoiying the game in which we play.

Leaning back to fall upon rose petals that lay in wait, she arches her back to let her breasts reach a firm extension that serves to give her a feline grace as she drifts into satin sheets. Her eyes closed, that she may allow her other senses a chance to explore this exotic setting. Her chest rises and falls as she inhales the essence of rose that lies about her that mixes with the softly burning candles placed around the room.

Drops of oil fall gracefully from the container and land on her midriff and offer the hope of actual contact as i reach in to spread it to all corners of her perfection. My hands slide slowly and bring an electric impulse with them as they bring the fluid to any barren patch of skin in need of this life giving sensual arousal.

Blood flows from the strong pulse we have made to bring full arousal to not only senses of touch and smell, but sound as we live each others' breaths and hear each others' thoughts as we lead into the simpleness that is the love we share......


ok .. gotta get back to work .. i hate long night shifts away from the wife _

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