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By recluse Date: 2002 May 28 Comment on this Work [[2002.05.28.22.36.5504]] |
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starts with a tickle a little feel of play of skin 'pon skin and i feel thee balk, as goose flesh forms delight to my senses, trying to fight thee pulls away to be halted by so gentle pressure 'pon spots more than ticklish... your mind fights... body wants... as i stroke raised bumps to my pleasure till i see what i most seek body over coming mind halting its seek to escape my hand never pause in this quest i find to bring unbidden pleasure to such neglected space and your mind fights a loosing battle against desires of body frozen breath almost to a halt awaiting warmth from my hands i feel thee tremble hear thee gasp surrender to my touch at last... |