1. The Cookie Man and the Sad Girl


    Date: 10/10/2015, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Cyberwalker, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    already seen it once, when we were in the cottage, but absorbed in speech I had paid little attention to it then. Below that, I can see your waist curving in a beautiful shape of sublime feminine grace, while your belly almost flat but not quite rises in a soft bulge above the elastic of your pyjamas. You might wonder why I should tell these things to you, but you must understand that I want you to know the nuances of my experience of you at this moment. These details I take in, in a state of breathlessness as I note that each element of beauty or imperfectness in your body – your slender shoulders and neck, the curve of your small back, the mark on your chest, the shape of your waist and even the slight bulge of your stomach – are marked by my knowledge and memory of your beautiful eyes and face. These are your shoulders I am enfolding in my arms, you who I have known through your sad eyes. You aren’t just a pretty woman, but the woman who have affected me like no other and each of your features are coloured, textured and nuanced by that knowledge, by the specific feel of your presence. You hug yourself against the chill as water droplets from the drizzle begin to trickle down your shoulders. Daring myself against my odds, I kiss you gently behind you ear, my arms still around your shoulders. You simply let me, without flinching or drawing away. I kiss you on your neck and below your jaws. At this last touch your body seems to tremble the slightest bit and you turn your ...
    head and kiss me square on my lips. My body is suddenly awake with sensations I do not remember having felt before. I hold your delicate frame in my thin arms and kiss you again, our wet faces never before so close together. As our dripping lips brush against each other, I take my tongue and search out yours. There is a tingling sensation when the tips of our tongues touch inside our mouths. I think you feel something too for your body gives a little shiver at the touch and we draw our lips apart. You take my face in your hands and draw me upon your bosom. I feel as if I can lose myself indefinitely in the soft white skin of your chest, amid the smooth swells of your small pretty breasts with their pink nipples glossy in the rain water and the yellow light. I don’t quite know when it has happened, but only now I notice that a strange calm has settled over me, as if I have entered a state of deeper appreciation and enjoyment of your company and your body than merely anxious lust. I take my time as I kiss the narrow divide between your chest, over your scar. I can feel your breathing intensifying when I place my lips around the mound of your right breast. While drawing out my lips, I stick out my teeth and catch the tip of your nipple between them. You breathe a little heavier this time, but do not say a thing. You have closed your eyes, as if you have dismissed the specificity of my being. You seem as if you are content to let someone defile your body albeit gently, while not ...
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