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Subject:      DULCINEA: "E" is for Eyeliner (m/f, romantic)
From:         imdulcinea@aol.com (ImDulcinea)
Date:         1997/02/07
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"E" is for Eyeliner
by Dulcinea

   He watched her as she slept, a slow smile spreading across
his face.  He traced her lips with his finger, the followed the
curve of her chin, her jaw, gently stroking her cheek.  Today
was Saturday, so there would be no alarm, no rushing to get
to work on time, and he knew she planned on staying in bed
until 8 am, if not  longer.  The smile turned into a wicked grin.
He had no intention of letting her out of bed before 8 a.m., if
not longer.

   Yesterday, it she had looked down on him as he slept, unusual
since she was most definitely not a morning person.  He had
opened his eyes to see her watching him, mischief flickering
in her eyes.    "Good morning, sleepyhead."  She'd said, barely
hiding her giggles.  Kissing him on the forehead, she'd evaded
his grasp, calling him downstairs for coffee.  Over coffee, he'd
questioned her odd mood, but she'd denied anything being amiss.

    It wasn't until he saw his reflection while starting to shave
that he saw it.  Sometime while he'd slept, she'd drawn a thin
mustache on his face with her black eyeliner pencil.  Growling
in mock anger, he'd chased after her, finally cornering her in
the den, and tickling her until she'd apologized.

     So this morning, he had the eyeliner pencil, and she was
asleep.  People asleep were always compared to a child
Watching her now, he could see why.  She looked so young,
so helpless, her face slack, the concerns of daily living not
visible on her brow.  He liked her this way, sans makeup,
the freckles on her nose visible for inspection.  Maybe that's
 what he should do!  Play connect the dots!

     Eyeliner poised to attack, he stopped.  As much as he
oved the freckles and thought them cute, she hated them.
Connecting them would be unnecessarily cruel.  A mustache,
then, like she'd done to him.  But the more he stared at her
lovely mouth, the more he knew he couldn't do that.

     Besides, there was such a lovely canvas to work on!  Her
bare shoulders peeked out above the blankets, begging for
kisses and nibbles, but not for black eyeliner.  Tugging the
blankets slowly, he bared her breasts, eyeing them hungrily.
The cooler air brought about a favorable response, the nipples
hardening before his eyes.  Oh, so many possibilities here!
He could write his name across both beautiful breasts, draw
 faces with the nipples as noses.....

     No.  He couldn't do that, not to her breasts.  Moving his
hand under the blankets, he cupped the fullness of her ass,
feeling a little possessive.  Such a close, detailed examination
 of her physical assets began to affect him as well.  Touching
her, feeling her, only made his desire stronger.  The deep, warm
well of warmth at the small of her back, the curving slope of her
hip.  He let his hand see her body under the blankets, rubbing
across her stomach, down to the sweet spot between her legs.
He sighed, wiggling closer to her, wanting his skin to be against
hers.  His cock nestled comfortably against her, the contact both
exciting and calming him.

     She stirred, twisting back against him, her body automatically
adjusting to fit against his.  Should he draw something on her
smooth stomach?  Maybe trace the outline of his cock against
her thigh?  He kissed her shoulder, contemplating his next move.
Her bewitching body was his canvas this morning, and he
suddenly found he'd lost his desire to doodle his way across it.

     Oh, well.... He tossed the eyeliner across the room into a chair,
and returned his attention to her shoulder.  Long, slow, wet kisses,
dragging his teeth across the skin ever so slightly, would, he knew,
ignite her fires.  She felt too good in his arms to allow her to sleep
any longer.  Like Dracula, he latched on to her throat, dragging his
kiss up her neck, stopping at her jaw line, then moving to suck on
her earlobe.  "Wake up, lover."  He whispered.  "You've got me so
very hard, it's time we do something abguys having group sex/jpg
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