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© 2000 Jessica |
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Touch "No. It's wet" "Com'on. It's not gonna hurt." "I don't care. I'm not going to touch that." "Why not? It'll feel good." "I don't think sooooo." "Look how it moves for you." "It's not moving for me. It does that all the time." "No it doesn't. You're special." "Will you stop it." "Uh-uh, not until you touch it." "But...but...but" she scrunches her eyes tightly and sticks her hand forward. "Oh god, it feels so..." "Yes? What does it feel like?" "Sooo good! I'm gonna play with Jello all the time." |
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FISHING!
© 2000 by R. Alderman It all began on a lazy spring afternoon. I was home alone when that tickly feeling started below. My hand reached under my skirt to find a warm wetness. I smelled my fingers. "How can they compare this to fish?" I tasted the wetness. Kinda tart'n'musky. I stripped off my clothes, laying in all my nakedness on the couch. My fingers playing the rhythm of my body. Stroking, faster, harder. So close, one more time. My body shuddered delicately, breathing ragged. I heard a thud. There stood my new neighbor, casserole smashed at her feet. Damn, time to move again? |
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