the soft skin of her throat  

supinefeline 51M
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10/8/2005 6:27 am

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3/5/2006 9:27 pm

the soft skin of her throat


Yesterday my lover and I meet at an event, and there are many of my friends and her friends there so we must be careful, watchful, vigilant! Up an escalator to a deserted floor of offices where we turn on each other, desperate for contact! She is pushed up against a wall, her lips on mine and her hips extended towards me, like a magnet searching metal! At first I can only comply, pushing myself into her, heady with her smell and our mutual desire, the shadow of my erection in my pants fitting closely to the crotch of her jeans. But then I stop, captivated! As I kiss her my hand, which has been caressing her jawline and cheeks, now seeks the softness of her throat. My thumb on her jugular now measures the rush of blood to her head, my fingers are caressing not the fine hairs of her neck or the shape of her ears, but the sinewy length of her windpipe! Her eyes are wild, excited, reading my thoughts and understanding the consequences! More pressure and the pulse under my finger races... is it fear? ... is it desire? ... is it being face to face with the outer, unknown limits of lust? is it comprehension of abandonment and its vagaries! I release my grip, we are at an event and there are many of my friends and her friends there so we must be careful, watchful, vigilant!

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