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By Galadrial Date: 2002 May 22 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.22.18.05.25842]] |
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The room is warm, almost moist and they warn you to stand still, to attract them--- only i wore perfume that they must like and all at once, several light on me, wings fluttering softly, and their caress is so like the touch of your fingers, or the soft trailing of your lip, that the room disappears and suddenly we are together--- woods or garden, Eve naked, and you watch me as they float light and land catching your breath short, as my nipple goes taut under those tiny legs, pushes against the velvet body, and i do not breath. The pleasure is subtle, ans slowly you move your hand, sweep a flower with your fingers, and bring them away, dusted with gold pollen. I think you are trying to entice the creature, but a moment later feel your thumb rubbing the powder into the skin that is free, coating it, and my mouth goes dry--- even as my thighs wet at such a baiting. It twitches, then flutters to the bare breast, now golden dusted is joined by another, then another, and i feel something like tiny hairs brushing me--- tasting the pollen and suddenly I am burning for your touch, and your tongue but you watch them, lazy smile and come behind me, arms around my shoulders, ease me down part my thighs gently, and dust them with more pollen. Nectar, you whisper, and with one hand, you push open the lips, kneel close, and wait. I feel the surge, the swell, and then I see it, the largest butterfly I have ever seen floating above my down, see it swirl in and the instant it lands bite my palm to keep from crying out. You watch the landing, and wait, aroused while the creature drinks it's fill, and no sooner does it float away when you thrust foward, parting, filling, gone is the need to tiny touch now fill me deep oh hard, deep yes finish the job, finish me, and watch the golden dust make us both divine in that last breathless moment. |