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Seeing them Off
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Seeing them Off Seeing them Off At the door having drunk and eaten they are leaving now I behind you as you platitudes share "that we must meet again somehow" those departing cannot see my hand beneath your dress sliding over cushioned rounded buttock and down waist stroking and caressing the gesture corkscrewing in stroking over leg and soft warm inner thigh skin you slowly spread your legs slightly more apart and my brushing hand has fingers which dart between your legs and fingertips stroke and back and for a moment I thought your voice might crack a boring dinner party but you are wet and lusting we have waited long for them go and be gone yet still in the road they call back their thanks as my hand strokes your delightful flanks I catch a breast and realise your bra is gone is this my seduction or have I been the one lead on and I cup your full breast and lightly address with clever fingers over receptive breast I sketch lines and curls and planes sensual and you lean back and against curl they are still talking as I have one hand on breast the other gently thrusting fingers below give you no rest such a primitive primordial heat from us arising you briefly glance at and your eyes are sparking "I will demand payment for this teasing while they are unparking" another voice full of good cheer calls as they pull out from kerb and I am higher your scents than from any narcotic herb I pull you down as you slam closed the door in tangled heat and heap we are upon the floor your kiss an examination of my kissing skills as my fingers deep in nectar from inside you spills I say "I will eat you up, every last bit" as your hand rips my fly and my hardness grip "and you owe for this teasing done, you better get off before you cum" it says something about power of<b> lust </font></b>that we manage line and do as needs must the physical impossibility has been overcome as your heat surrounds me and I am home I thrust inside this molten pot of honey sweet and you give out a cry which might be heard on the street we set a rhythm known well each other and down and twist and repeat another when a knock and voice from outside the door a guest has left a wallet and this we ignore too far gone in pleasure making of own invention we shall not pause for this ill-timed intervention they hammer again upon the door outside as we hammer within and wetly slip and slide your face pressed into my shoulder teeth biting down as you as planned are first to cum your ecstatic shout a silent movie scream and then against me silently you lean whisper in my ear of hot<b> lust </font></b>"when they are gone we shall we must!" our visitors on other side of door finally depart and then truly the greater pleasure of the night does start. |
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I am often at a loss for words when reading you as you leave me breathless. This is one that has as well and brings a smile to my face with a memory such as this with an ex lover. xoxo .....who has not, at some time, heard the knock at the door, and ignored, as other matters, significantly closer to hand (and body), were of more greater importance. 
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well this was a challenge, not sure if poetic, or prose with rhythm, or neither or a collision of all, just inside the door, upon the hallway floor.
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well this was a challenge, not sure if poetic, or prose with rhythm, or neither or a collision of all, just inside the door, upon the hallway floor.
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