06-09-2004, 09:21 PM
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Join Date: Nov 2002
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Janice Fleming
Somewhere over time, Janice had forgotten just how wonderful kissing could be. Better than chocolate... almost better than making love. It wasn't that she and Jack didn't kiss anymore... It was just that they didn't kiss like this anymore.
The admonition that this wasn't something she should really be doing or enjoying decreased proportionately with the increased passion of their kisses. Long, deep soul kisses. The kind that make your toes curl and every nerve in your body crackle into life. The kind that send the butterflies swirling in your stomach. The kind...
Janice moaned softly against her son's mouth as their tongues danced around each other, pausing only to nibble and suckle on each others' lips. Feeling his erection, hard and throbbing against her belly, she was grateful in a way that her desire wasn't as overtly apparent but at the same time longed for him to know that she felt the same.
The more they kissed, the more it seemed as if she was floating on a sweet, bliss-filled cloud. Not in a fantasy, but not in reality either. Jan had no idea how much time had actually passed before the genuine realization of how much she wanted -- no, needed -- to make love with Mark began to surface. It had nothing to do with what they were "supposed" to do, nor did it have anything to do with lust. It was simply a knowing that everything was suddenly right in their world.
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