Man_in_Chester
Really Experienced
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I looked up at the slight sound and saw a vaguely familiar figure. Her face was so well hidden under the long blond hair that I could not even say which skin color she was. All I could make out was the prominent red lips, so very red, even redder than my blood, that the color gripped my balls.
She was definately a grown woman in the fertile stage of life and my heart speeded up.
I knew whose legs they were as they strode towards me, but I could not remember exactly how she fitted in to my life. Rising to face her I could see I had a slight advantage in height but she had a little more weight in her limbs. Her smell was lust.
We touched each other, chest to chest, and I called, "Hannah!"
"Yes. Who else? You told me we would meet again when we were forty, when you wrote me that last letter in 1968."
Well, could it become someone's story on Lit?
She was definately a grown woman in the fertile stage of life and my heart speeded up.
I knew whose legs they were as they strode towards me, but I could not remember exactly how she fitted in to my life. Rising to face her I could see I had a slight advantage in height but she had a little more weight in her limbs. Her smell was lust.
We touched each other, chest to chest, and I called, "Hannah!"
"Yes. Who else? You told me we would meet again when we were forty, when you wrote me that last letter in 1968."
Well, could it become someone's story on Lit?