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"Sorry! So what should I do?" "Just be gentle." "Could you be a little more specific?" "You really want to know?" "No. I want to guess. Look, I've worked with software for years, but I read the manual for each new program. And next year, maybe next week, there'll be another program and another manual. Now, I want our relationship to be permanent, don't you?" "Yes." "Then you don't want me to spend the next thirty years trying to turn Lucy on and just missing." "You turn me on already." "Maybe I want to turn you on more. Fair?" "Fair. Anyway, my tits don't contain any bones..." "I know." "... and if you squeezed my hand -- even my hand which does contain bones -- like that, it would hurt." "Poor thing. Maybe a kiss will make it feel better." "Mmmm. Yes.... Now the nipple. Gently, but kiss it there." "You like?" "I like." "Well, we have to see if I've got it. Let me try on the other breast." "Mmmm hmmm. You are a quick learner. But try a little more, just to be sure you've got it." . . . "If you want me gentle on those, I'll bet you want me *really* gentle down here." "Yes, but not yet." "What?" "Look, Greg, we have hours." "So we do, but I can't last hours." "You used to. Maybe you can't last hours *inside.*" "I used to?" "Sure, when we were first dating. Before we went to bed." "You liked that?" "I loved that, and you seemed to like it too." "And then I went back to my room and took care of myself." "Well, what happens afterward doesn't need to follow that patttern. Now, you're already in your own room. Now, you have somebody to take care of your problem for you." "Now, I don't have to struggle to get inside your clothes." "Isn't that better? It's lots better for me. I might have liked your caresses; I didn't like having my bra strangling me." "Well, I'll admit that I liked kissing you." "I liked kissing you, too. And being kissed." "Okay. I'll start on your mouth." "Mmm, you do that so well." "And now, there are so many other places." . . . "Greg!" "But you wanted to be kissed." "Not on my belly button." "Okay. Roll over. There's lots that hasn't been kissed yet." "Mmm. That does turn me on. How did you know that the back of my neck was so senitive?" "Well, I didn't the first time. It was just one place among many on Lucy that cried out for kisses. Nowdays, it still looks adorable -- still makes me just want to kiss it. Ever play with dolls when you were a kid?" "Sure." "Ever kiss them?" "I suppose." "Well, they didn't respond. You just loved them. Same way, sometimes I just kiss 'cause I love you -- love that particular spot. Now, though, when I know that you respond, it's even more fun. But I don't really *know* that you responded to that kiss." "I told you I did." "Let's check." "Greg!" "Yup. Definitely responding. Let's see what the other vertebrae do." . . . "Greg!" "Just one more kissable spot. Have I ever told you that you have a sexy butt?" "Well, I've caught you looking." "The other males around you, my dear, are divided into those whom you've caught looking and those who are sneaky enough to not get caught. I, on the other hand, can not be caught looking. I'm married to you and entitled to look. And few of the others see this." "Greg. *None* of the others see that." "Hate to tell you, but that crease shows every time you stand up in a swimming suit. I just hope nobody else gets to lick it." "Stand up?" "Stand up, lie down on your stomach, lie down in the water. It disappears when you sit down. But I had something more important to do with my mouth than answer questions." "Oh yes. Oh, *yes*.... Oh no!" "Not your belly button. Now, not the inside of your knee. I thought you wanted to be kissed." "Let me turn back over." "All right, but I still have one more thigh to kiss. I suppose I'll have to do it from this side." "Mmm. Yes.... Now, there is where you have to be gentle." "Oh, I will. And tell me any time I'm not.... Mmm, so tasty, so smooth. Does my finger in there bother you." "No. Not that sort of bother. You want to get me really hot?" "Mmm?" "First, don't spend so much time there. I really love it, and you're nice and gentle, but there are other spots." "Okay. I was just concentrating on that for your reaction anyway. It all tastes great." "Second, can you feel -- on top -- a little bump?" "I thought that was what we were talking about." "Inside, on top of my vagina. On top when I'm lying like this. And merely a bump." "Here?" "There. Just there. I can take a lot of stroking there." "Like this?" "Just like that. I love what your finger is doing to me, but I loved what your mouth was doing, too." "Mmm...." "Oh yes. Oh, Greg." "Too much?" "Inside me. Now!" "Darling. You are so smooth, so warm, so...." "So ready. Now!" "Darling!" . . . "Can you move?" "Now. Was I too heavy?" "Not for a while. I loved it, needed it, and then...." "Then I was too heavy." "Then you moved when I asked. Was I too bossy?" "No! You sounded like you wanted me." "Wanted you. Needed you." "It's always nice to feel wanted." |
The End Instructress Uther Pendragon anon584c@nyx.net 2004/06/22 Thanks to Neneh for editing this. Another all-dialogue story: "Half" The index to almost all my stories is: Index to Uther Pendragon's website |