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You begin to lightly stroke my skin…enjoying its softness. You make me purr like a cat with your caresses….I’ve been dreaming of being touched by you. You sit up and begin to gently slide my clothing over my body…removing my silk shirt, you begin to gently bite my nipples through my black lace bra. I love how you do this, and you’ve learned over the years that no touch is too rough for me. I love it when you let me feel your strength, your desire. You push my bra up over my breasts, impatient to taste only my skin. You engulf my nipples between your lips and begin to play in earnest. While you’re doing this, you use one hand to unfasten my bra.

You pause for a moment, and move your lips up to mine. I can taste the salt from my skin on your lips, and it makes me realize that you are fully aware of how much I want you right this moment. You look into my eyes and smile, whisper “I love you babe,” and gently urge me to turn over. I lay on the bed, on my stomache, and I wonder what is in store for me. You spend a moment looking at me, studying the line of my calf jutting out from the slit on the side of my skirt…..taking in my naked torso and my perfect white skin. You take your hand and run your fingers through my hair at the nape of my neck and gently move the long strands out of the way.

You begin to kiss and gently bite the nape of my neck. You use your tongue to trace the outlines of my shoulder blades. You run your lips over the line of my vertebrae. I’ve taught you – many long years ago – that my shoulders and back are my secret spot. You know that you are sweetly torturing me right now. You suddenly go from soft to rough – knowing that I love contrast – by pushing your hands underneath me and using the calluses on your fingers to play with my breasts. You bite down on my neck, where it joins with my shoulder. You chuckle as you hear me moan and start to beg you for more.

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