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Posted: Jan 23, 08 10:50am This started as a interlude to a kiss. Sapphire thought of the kissing booth, but the romantic novella's go way beyong t...  Posted: Jan 23, 08 12:18pmThis started as a interlude to a kiss. Sapphire thought of the kissing booth, but the romantic novella's go way beyong t... As you requested Teddybear- I am loaning my lips to you for your discussion. What a great idea you have here. I'm glad my Kissing discussion inspired you. You are quite the romantic cowboy aren't you? I'm sure the best is yet to come.....  come closer..... Posted: Jan 23, 08 12:47pmAs you requested Teddybear- I am loaning my lips to you for your discussion. What a great idea you have here. I'm glad m... Off topic.... I love the lips. Is it really MAC lipglass? What color? I haven't been in a MAC store in so long <sigh> Posted: Jan 23, 08 1:44pmThis started as a interlude to a kiss. Sapphire thought of the kissing booth, but the romantic novella's go way beyong t... The scene: A large, secluded, deck overlooking a small pond just down the slope. Spring morning with a gentle breezy, just before sunrise. They sit, separated by a small table barely large enough to hold morning coffee. Each lost in their own world, secure in the comfort of the other’s presence just inches away. The first rays of true sun peek over the tops of trees, revealing doe and fawns nibbling the lush green by the water’s edge. They turn, their eyes meet. Both smile that peaceful smile only possible in the presence of someone loved deeply, truly. Their fingertips meet. A gentle touch. Never breaking their gaze or losing the touch, they rise together. Embrace by the rail, still lost in each other’s eyes. Pressed together yet leaned back, her hands on the small of his back at the band of his sleep shorts, his sliding under her thin top, tracing the outline of her spine. The warmth of their mutual loves causes hardenings, quickenings. Her hard nipples press against his chest as he closes his eyes, leans in for a kiss. Lips meet. Gently. Firmer. Lips part, tongues meet, play together. His hand slips into her bottoms, cupping her cheek, pulling her tighter, squeezing his manhood between them. His lips move to her shoulder, back up her neck. Her hands rove his body. He raises her shirt, kissing each inch of newly exposed skin. Topless, she lowers his shorts as his lips gently pull first one nipple, then the other. -----------------###----------------- I stop here rather than risk devolving into a different type story.. Posted: Jan 23, 08 1:45pmThis started as a interlude to a kiss. Sapphire thought of the kissing booth, but the romantic novella's go way beyong t... I'm in for joining the group. I think I qualify as sapphire thinks I would be a good kisser and that I know my way around...lol Posted: Jan 23, 08 1:49pmThe scene: A large, secluded, deck overlooking a small pond just down the slope. Spring morning with a gentle breezy, ... my oh my. can't stop reading long enough to type nicely done so nice Posted: Jan 23, 08 2:21pmThe scene: A large, secluded, deck overlooking a small pond just down the slope. Spring morning with a gentle breezy, ... ditto | ADVERTISEMENT  |
