This is a work of fantasy. It is not about real people, and if
it is, its not what they would do. (not that you are likely to know
them anyway). If you are under 18, go away, since I don’t like to get
in trouble. If you are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at
asstr? In other words, go away. If none of this applies to you, great!
Read on! Have fun! Let me know
what you like!
Oh, and I work hard on my writing…so guess what? Its mine.
That’s right boys and girls…its copyrighted…so if you want it? Just ask-
we’ll talk.
Note:
Dear friends, fans and readers,
Well, this is more like an exercise than an actual story. It
sounded like a good thing to write at the time, but that time was when I
had strep for the third time (yes, you read that right) and I had a temperature
of 102. So please take it as you will. Thanks!
Dryad
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The Art of the Kiss
His lips breathe softly over hers; the merest hint of a touch.
They do not linger, but pull back, so that his eyes could gaze into her faraway
eyes. She smiled slowly, leaning into him. Their lips connected, embraced,
teasing—nuzzling lightly. His tongue flicked out to trace the sensuous
outline of her lip. Her own tongue flicked out to meet his own, tempting
him further. He pulled back his tongue, closing his lips. He taunted her
unmercifully, making her moan slightly. She leaned further into him,
greedy for his kiss. Languorously, he nuzzled, softly brushing his
lips. Her mouth opened in reflex, silently begging for a more intimate
attention. With a low moan, his tongue entered her softly. He flicked
at her own tongue, before exploring her upper palate, her teeth, her cheek.
Slowly he made his way around, languidly. Her arms wrapped around his
neck, as her chest pressed into his. She did her best to entice
him, to draw him further, but he held back. She whimpered in need,
and he smiled into her lips. His actions became more energetic.
Teeth nipped at her lips, before suckling on her tongue, pulling it into
his mouth. She returned the heightened ardor, nipping on his own lip,
sucking it into her mouth before releasing it. As he did, his hands roamed
lightly over her back, caressing her before pulling her even closer to him.
She leaned into him eagerly, their tongues rolling over the other’s like
acrobats at play. They exchanged breath. Fingers tightened on
each other’s bodies. They pulled apart slowly, smiling.