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Pam111
Posted: Friday, October 17, 2008 4:38:26 AM

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We join on the dance floor in a seductive embrace, your mound feels the fullness of his manhood. Your dance partner is sultry sexy, as you loins dampen in the excitement. You kiss and feel his tongue sensually sending the advanced anticipation knowing it will soon find you breast. Every nibble on your tits is a prelude to that same on your bud of pleasure. His hands have already found the desired location. You feel his hot breath and the first stroke of his tongue. You Gasp and taste his precum and suck that luscious cock in. ('happy1')

Sorry, I used Cock to bring her back to reality, knowing her disdain for crass slang. I wanted her to picture her self dancing with one of the hunks (dancing with the stars), In a sultry provocative dress that exudes sexuality Dancing with an equally dressed sultry seductive partner
Monocle
Posted: Friday, November 14, 2008 9:28:43 PM

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It's dark, and cold in the house, but warm under the covers. We exhale, the weight of the day slowly lifting. My hand, rests on your thigh; warm, strong, familiar, my thumb stroking your smooth skin. Time passes, our cocoon of warmth becomes our world. The presence, the shape of my hand on your leg, the caress of my fingers, lure attention. With volition, with palpable intent, my hand slips under the hem of your nighshirt; seeking. Finding.

nicola
Posted: Friday, November 14, 2008 9:40:48 PM

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As subtle as ever Monocle Lapplause Nice to see you posting icon_smile
Monocle
Posted: Friday, November 14, 2008 9:46:25 PM

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Thank you, Lush. I had been meaning to try this since I first saw the thread. I have a lot of flash fiction, but nothing this short. Until now, that is.
techgoddess
Posted: Saturday, November 15, 2008 5:58:42 AM

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Monocle wrote:
It's dark, and cold in the house, but warm under the covers. We exhale, the weight of the day slowly lifting. My hand, rests on your thigh; warm, strong, familiar, my thumb stroking your smooth skin. Time passes, our cocoon of warmth becomes our world. The presence, the shape of my hand on your leg, the caress of my fingers, lure attention. With volition, with palpable intent, my hand slips under the hem of your nighshirt; seeking. Finding.



Nice post!

~~Tech
Monocle
Posted: Sunday, November 16, 2008 5:23:20 PM

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You're beautiful, lying there, panting. I've been busy, my tongue painting you with sometimes braod, sometimes delicate swipes, tasting your delicacies, but carefully not touching those most sensitive, secret places I know so well. My tongue isn't the only source of moisture, though. Salty beads adorn your skin, and sweet droplets beckon me between your legs. Oh, how I will feast. But not yet, as my devli's tongue dances on you here, but not... quite... there.
Zafia
Posted: Sunday, November 16, 2008 9:15:17 PM

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Very nice Monocle......welcome...hello2

~z~

"Where words fail, music speaks..."
Cambre
Posted: Thursday, November 27, 2008 2:37:42 PM

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Since everyone else tried very descriptive approaches, lets see if metaphors might work. (98 words)

A keybearer, manifested in physical aspects of myself, unlocking the shells of the world. Lips pursed, a sighing breath, an introduction. Appetizing limbs, tough, but soft to touch, surrounded in embrace, taking within. Gentle fingerprints scattered along the skin, paving a fiery road, deviously tracing vulnerabilities. Eyes gazing, exploring, probing, both wisdom and lust stare. Solo instrument, making an entrance, screams from the audience, encouraging. Slow, steady rhythms, traversing the auditorium, catering the audience. Accelerando, stiffening of the tone, exasperated breathing. Climax, gasp and surprise, a fermata, silence. Falling together, as twin feathers. White sheets are not concidence.
nicola
Posted: Thursday, November 27, 2008 2:43:50 PM

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Good work Cambre, and welcome to the site icon_smile
roccotool
Posted: Thursday, November 27, 2008 8:44:27 PM

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Welcome, Cambre. You got that story in just under the wire. It's tough, isn't it?
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