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    Carmine lips : caramel skin # 15

    Story written on December 8, 2007 by Braz.
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    Her breasts, her chest and my back. A perfect ménage a trois.
    Bebe, qu’est-ce que tu veux que Je faisent?” (“Babe…what do you want me to do?”)
    “Ohhhh…God!” That´s all I could say…
    “Dis-moi, chérie, que veux-tu que je fasse” (“Tell me, darling. What do you want me to do?”)
    Je veux te sentir partout sur moi” (“I want to have you all over me…”) Came from me.
    And Bette was more than surprised. She never asked me what idioms I spoke. I heard the sharp and cut intake of breath.

    Previously 

    She also told me that she had to masturbate herself, because she was completely aroused by the warmth of my skin. When she told me that, in the morning… I answered that, no matter what… or when… she should always wake me up, because I would be ready for her. I would serve and demand her sex for my life time…

    But, that night, we slept tenderly fitted in our arms.

    —-

    I woke up scared. My body waved on the bed. My hands searched for warmth, for comfort and it didn’t find. I sat breathless.

    “Where was she?” My heart became small.

    I headed to the stairs

    “How could she lead me to the second floor?”

    The sun hit my eyes.

    There was music in the air… I felt the orange fragrance. And toasts. Eggs.

    My eyes caught her moves in front of the stove. She was dancing and singing while she prepared the breakfast. She wore a white short and a gray top.

     I let my body smile. She was there. I recalled how happy I became.

     I stared at her unconsciously despite the rule that said that you can’t stare too much time without getting caught. Bette sensed my eyes adoring her moves.

    She pressed a button and removed the wooden spoon to the sink. She turned, found my eyes and delivered a smile.

    “Bon jour, ma chérie…”

    “This is the best good morning, I ever had.”

    Bette walked slowly to the stairs, embraced me sweetly and kissed me lightly.

    “Mmmm… Look at you …” Only that moment I felt my nakedness. “Mmmmm…” And Bette bit her lower lip while I felt my flushness.

    “…You’re beautiful and you’re tanned… Blonds plus tanning equal the death of me…”

    “Blonds? The plural again, Bette Porter! It’s outrageous!” And I hide my reddish face and nibbled her neck. 

    “Hmmmm…Got out the wrong way, babe… You…”  Bette’s breath was shallow… “You, babe… You’re the only tanned blond, dear, I’ve ever wanted!”

    I Bit her earlobe and whispered,” You’re a liar, but …I love you anyway…”

    And I moved…I could see… she was excited. She held onto the wall to recover the strength and I devilishly looked at her.

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    2. DAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY-UMMMMMMMMMMMM! I think you’re trying to kill us here. Sadly I can’t speak a bit of French so I have no clue what Bette was singing. :(

    3. Braz!!!! Sweetie I was THRILLED to read this. I have waiting IMPATIENTLY for you to post. LMAO!!!! I had mentioned recently to Lu, that I was wondering where you had been. I’ve missed your writing. I know I owe you an email, and so soon I will send you some of life’s updates. This was SO freaking beautiful and tastefully done. As you know, I have come to expect the brilliance that you grace us readers with, and I’ve never been disappointed. You posess an intensity that few writer’s do, and it is so evident in the material that you create. Thank you Braz, you are an amazing woman, and I’m a lucky woman for having gotten to know you my sweet and passionate friend. xoxo

    4. Heyyyyyyy there… I wonder why that chapter rings a bell in me ;-)) I’m sooo pleased that you posted it, and I found it just when I came back home tonight : “sunday” they call it… well, let me tell you, it was “rain-day” here, or should I say “tempest-day”… it’s sooo good to be able to “fly away” in sunny beach with B/T, especially on such a HOT ride :-)) — Like always, you just wrote an amazing piece, and I loved how you used the mix of French and English to make it even hotter (if possible)… as a french girl, I kind of agree with Kendra and Romantica, but I don’t think that French is more, or less beautiful… I think it’s in fact the “foreign” effect that makes another language sexy-er… and also the “weirdness” of a different language rythm… anyway, that was another masterpiece and I thank you very much for having me be a (very small) part of it… I so miss your words (and your last mail was the shorter I ever received, from anybody – just 1 word, but nice anyway ;-) — now, I’ll go read the post I just saw you posted on “Daily…” and I wish you could post… just like that… “daily” I mean…… but I know how difficult it is, and I also know how the end of the term can be veeeeryyyyy demanding for a teacher… :-*

    6. Braz I had read this early in the morning but could not post on account that I had to leave for work,,,and now it’s evening and said I must post about this wonderful chapter……It was pure enjoyment to read how Bette began to speak in French and at the end turns out that Tina knew the language as well and their passion for one another never ends it continues to endure more. As I’ve said before your brilliant!!!

    9. I would like to apologize for not writing comments on your two previous chaptes; they were wonderfeul, as always. I love the French language, and I love how you incorporated it into your truly amazing story. This is by far my favorite chapter. Please, please keep more chapters coming. If the rest of your story is anything like your previous posts, then it will be well worth the wait.

    10. God it feels weird to read these words in my own language! It semms way less beautiful than in english. I’m French and I love to have sex with english speaking girls, you have absolutely no idea how sexy english is!

    11. I am French too an I agree with Kendra35. How strange to read a fanfic in my own language… Your French is excellent (and very sexy indeed..)and your story even better. I love your writing style and I adore this story. Keep posting, we are all waiting..

    12. haha I liked how you related with the movies!!! talk about the end of the semester, I got a final this Wednesday and all I wanna do is “Scream” haha!!! Caliente chappy Braz!!!!

    14. The combination of the French and English was so hot and lustful. The French alone would have been beautiful but difficult to translate if one’s French is rusty. So thanks for the English translation. Your English phrases are a little bit off but that’s what makes your stories so unusual and special. Your writing is always authentic and true. Welcome back! PPS.

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