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 dont 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 writingso guess what? Its mine. Thats right boys and 
girlsits copyrightedso if you want it? Just ask- well 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 his eyes could gaze into her faraway eyes. She smiled slowly, 
leaning into him. Their lips connected, embraced, teasingnuzzling 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 others like acrobats at play.  
They exchanged breath.  Fingers tightened on each others bodies.  They pulled apart 
slowly, smiling.


copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2002