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Story written on February 15, 2012 by kins40.
With her eyes closed, she kissed her way down the quivering long pale body arching into her touch and moaning her name.
There was no need for concentration, Bette knew her way perfectly picturing that right about now, her warm lips were covering the freckle she loved so much, the one located just above the left hipbone; A little oval cocoa stain, the only splash of colour on the otherwise flawless expanse of Tina’s stomach.
The brunette drew her tongue to taste the skin right there, imagining the taste the little birthmark would leave on her tongue if it were real chocolate. Everything and everywhere on Tina tasted delightful and Bette had not grown tired of it. The vet had mapped, memorised and cherished every inch of her lover in the past couple of years they had spent in each others lives.
Right now, they were back in New York for a time where the Foundation had hosted a fund-raising event for which the two women had held guests of honour privileges and their evening had begun with Bette’s speech.
“Elephants are surprisingly ‘human’,” the vet had begun her address to the room full of wealthy wildlife supporters.
“We are drawn to them, mesmerised by their imposing size and quaint characteristics, taken in by this invisible aura which surrounds them and reaches deep into your soul in a mysterious and mystifying way.”
Bette had been so at ease. She had spoken eloquently almost ad–libbing her entire discourse.
“We share the same life span – three score years and ten – all being well," she paused a split second for effect, "developing at an astonishing parallel pace. Endearing dependency in infancy, unruliness in early teens before reaching adulthood and independence around age twenty.”
“And just like us,” Bette had paused once again but this time because her voice had faltered almost imperceptibly betraying her emotions, “They share a strong sense of family and death and they feel all those emotions in their own very unique way. Each have their own individuality and personality. They can be happy; they can be sad, volatile or placid. They can be envious or jealous, throw tantrums. Some are fiercely competitive; others develop hang-ups just like anyone of us would. They grieve for lost ones, even shedding tears and suffering depression and when one of them is suffering, the rest of the herd shows unlimited compassion that often even projects beyond their own kind.”