Hoarse whisperer  

SoZenful 67M
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4/27/2006 7:17 pm

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9/26/2006 10:05 am

Hoarse whisperer

She needed attention, so she took off her skirt and walked around the house, back and forth, apparently doing something. Her perfume was noticeable when she came back from the bedroom and I began to lose the train of thought that I had been refining all morning. She was looking through the magazines on the coffee table, the closest yet she had come to my desk. "Take a break," she said to me with her behavior. Like a vine looking for its next place to latch onto, my left hand and arm encircled her leg and began its slow climb toward her belly. "How wonderful you feel," said my hoarse whisper to her. She looked at me directly for the first time since she had started her "aimless" pacing. No words, not even a facial expression, but a pervasive sense of receptivity. My hand lifted from her thigh, fingertips skipping in light brushes up onto her curvy tummy as I watched her watching me. My forearm near her neatly trimmed vulva felt her little cloud growing. "Thunderstorm warning" scrolled across my mind. I cupped her bottom with my other hand and slid forward in my chair so I could pull her against me.


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