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I find you naked and waiting . . . Eyes closed playing with your fantasies . . . Your beautiful curves capture me . . . command me to touch you to kiss you . . . I bend to you and kiss your tummy . . . slide a hand over your breasts . . . my fingers caress your nipples. You smile but your eyes remain closed as you imagine your fantasy lover . . . I kiss your nips . . . give each a little suckle . . . I lay my head between your soft hills. My hand slides your smooth skin . . over and down your round tummy . . . my fingers play about your soft mons and the curls there . . . . . dipping into your fleshy crevice . . . so hot and wet . . . "I'm searching for your love cave, " I say . . . You laugh . . . but I can hear your heart beat faster . . . hear the thump bump of your rising passions . . . you want me to find your entrance to go deep into you . . . to touch the walls . . . flick my fingers to make you quake and shake . . . and there is the inner cleft . . . the slick folds that open . . . wanting the most intimate pleasures . . . . I slip in . . . one then two fingers . . . your legs spread a bit . . wanting more . . . knees lift and part . . . . my fingers are so deep now . . . . ever moving . . . . moving until your walls shiver . . . until your world shudders and collapses around my hand . . . . gripping me . . . pulsing . . . I love messy heat of your orgasm . . . your wet pulsing sex . . . when the shaking ends I will come to your rescue . . . . probe you deeply with my own sex . . . to open you more . . . wider and deeper . . . to fill you with my cum . . . our joy juices mingling just as our bodies entwine . . . .
There is nothing more beautiful than your woman's body. It is a landscape of individual uniqueness a world of it's own . . . . it is your curves . . . your own hills and valleys . . . your own scents . . . and tastes . . . it is the nerves of your inner thighs gently stroked . . . your hard nipples swelling with with the touch of lips . . . . it is the spasm of your belly as your clit is licked . . . it is the sweet juice of your arousal on the tongue . . . it is the sound of your sigh or moan . . or the clench of you as you come . . . . it is the curly hairs that cover your most sensitive self. it is your wonderful breasts in my loving hands - - full and round with a stiff nips. . . . . You are the land I want to explore over and over . . you are the world I want to understand in all it's uniqueness and changes. . . so many ways to touch you . . . I want to celebrate your body until it sings . . . . . mmmmmm. . . . marie, thank you for the fantasies.