From: Bette Porter BPorter@CAC.ie.com
Sent: April 17th 2005, 7:30 PM
To: Tina Kennard TiKennard@hotmail.com
Subject: Moving closer




(Want more baby? Ill leave a lot of shifts again, if youd like to consider whether or not to read)













I stroke you carefully on the inside of your thighs. With my hands. Youre trembling. Your hairs rise and you get goosebumps. Me too. I quiver and my body is responding to all theses sensations like crazy. Im wet. Were both wet. Youre glisening. I plant tiny kisses on your thighs. Stick out my tongue and let it wander over soft trembling skin. You taste so familiar and safe. Your skin. Soap and lotion. Exxillarating. So you, in a way.

The taste of you fills my mouth. Sends shock waves through my entire system. To my fingers. Through out to my toes. To my brain. Into my heart. Breath damn it, breath….! i feel myself weakening, almost fainting. Im overwhelmed by emotions, pleasure, ecstacy. I need to hold myself back. An almost uncontrollable desire pulls me towards one thought alone. To eat you up. Literally. Jump you and have as much of you as I possibly can. Shower you with kisses, licks, caresses, thouches. But no, I need to calm down. I need to thoroughly enjoy you. Thoroughly please you. Thoroughly take care of you. Thoroughly love you. And God, how i do!

So i let my tongue continue its journey tracing random patterns along soft thighs. Round in cirkles. Sucking. Nibbling. Licking. Kissing. I need to muster up all the will power left Ive got left in order to stay focused on staying calm. And not just dig in. suck myself onto your magical button and stay there until dawn. Or at least until Ive managed to surgically remove it and had it stiched in to my own mouth in order to have my tongue serve as remote control to your pleasure. No no. tempting I know. But no. I need to be doing the unselfish thing. Although I know, taking my time will eventually give me the best deal ever, as I know pleasing you goes far beyong anything Ill ever need. My own magic button is on fire. I can feel it throbbing like crazy. My juices seeping through my panties. My office chair yelling for some kind of coushin or cloth or diaper or something. I should really be considering wearing some kind of diaper on a regularly basis, seeing as just the thought of you makes me soaking wet, as all I do is think of you. Oh, Im rambling. I was supposed to share my thoughts on what Id do. With you. To you. For you. For us.

Im still on your thighs but Im slowly, almost torurously slowly reaching my destination. My destiny. You. My nose is as so close as it can get without actually touching. And your aroma fills my entire system. The smell that is you. That defines you. Tells me that youre you. Beautiful. Intoxicating. Graceful. All toghether mine.

The tip of my nose touches your button. And I feel the kick in my stomach again. I shut my eyes tightly and feel my juices flowing unhindered down my thighs. I bend my head a little and pout my lips out a little. Gently, I wait for my lips to meet yours. In a soft, wet, loving kiss. Slowly. Slowly. Hmmm. There it happens. We meet. We touch.











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