Saturday, May 27, 2006

Fifty Words.

The moist warmth emanating from your mouth flutters against my skin, teasing me. You move up my body, never touching skin to skin, just your breath, a soft whisper against my sensitive flesh, until your mouth hovers inches from my aching cunt. God, please, I want your mouth on me.

Posted by SD at 10:32 PM


  1. Blogger Nina posted at 12:17 PM, May 27, 2006  
    Hi angel,
    I missed you so...I swear you could cause a conflagration with just 'one word'! Fifty is pure heaven...

    love ya,

    p.s. I will talk to you soon...
  2. Blogger Jeff posted at 10:38 PM, June 04, 2006  
    You're the best sweetpea! Your fifty words series is the coolest thing.


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