Senna Jawa
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13-th unique raw meeting in a row
Her lawyer looked at her delicate nose and lips, and felt an early stirring between his ears. First presweat showed on his bald spot. She had to touch it and she did. He nearly jumped and she became already wet. Between her shoulder blades. He took control instantly, he yanked her arm, and pushed her roughly toward the window. She loved men in control, she loved the pain. "Open your mouth, bitch!" he shouted, "Wider! Look into the Sun, open your eyes wider, bitch!". She submitted. How could she resist such a manly man?! Her shoulder blades were drowning, while his bald spot oozed some milky stuff. One could hang a hammer in the musky air. Her tongue was smallish, he decided, but shapely, she had healthy gums and pink, healthy tissue. "Wider! Say: Ag-Ag-Ag!" he commanded her and she obeyed, oblivious to the excrutiating pain and to the flies attracted by the milky staff and in general by the tense atmosphere. Wider! He had to see and touch those gentle tonsils. Delicate sunlight had reflected from her blindingly white teeth, and gentle female fires have errupted in the depths of her deep throat. His calloused right hand went way far beyond the roof of her shapely but distorted mouth. While her musty throat muscles sucked on his gentle manly elbow (it's not the first time she is doing it, he recognized without any doubt whatsoever) his gentle left arm reached around her and his delicate left hand touched her hard, sticking an inch out braton between the said shoulder blades. When he tweaked the said braton between his left hand pinky and ring finger, when he rolled that said braton up and down her Spain spine, a milky geyser had gushed between her shoulder blades, and she couldn't take it anymore, she patted him on his glistening said bald spot and went Eeeeeeee! And he likewise Ooooooooo! They were both drowning in their mixed sweat and milky stuff which by now has reached their necks. She was going Eeeeeeee! He was going Ooooooooo! Ten minutes later she was still going Eeeeeeeeee! He was still going Ooooooooo! After an incredibly intensive hour plus two quarters and fifteen cents they finally relaxed in each others arms, while their knees buckled under both of them. They were thoroughly spent and had no choice but to swim belly up on the peaceful by now surface of the said sweat and milky stuff, above the heavy, full of mystery office furniture.
He wanted her to leave now. "Behind you!", he shouted, fully in control, and she selected one of a dozen of canes. She lost her eyesight, it was worth it, she had the best experience of her young but experienced life. She left. "I bet this walking stick in my hand is white" she thought gratefully, deeply moved out the door. Her insight was still there, somewhere, wherever there is.
The funny thing is, no, that's unbelievable, no, really, that they even didn't learn each others first name, not to mention their last names and the middle initials--initially they introduced themselves, one to another, when they looked deeply into one another's delicate eyes and at his diplomas displayed on the wall, before the Sun took care of hers (of her eyes, not diplomas). They even had to repeat their names twice, and the third time too. They still didn't manage to get them but who gives a fuck. No, that's hilarious, her belly was shaking from laughing, and tears were pouring from her delicate... forget it, just from her.
Senna Jawa ©
2000-08-31
Her lawyer looked at her delicate nose and lips, and felt an early stirring between his ears. First presweat showed on his bald spot. She had to touch it and she did. He nearly jumped and she became already wet. Between her shoulder blades. He took control instantly, he yanked her arm, and pushed her roughly toward the window. She loved men in control, she loved the pain. "Open your mouth, bitch!" he shouted, "Wider! Look into the Sun, open your eyes wider, bitch!". She submitted. How could she resist such a manly man?! Her shoulder blades were drowning, while his bald spot oozed some milky stuff. One could hang a hammer in the musky air. Her tongue was smallish, he decided, but shapely, she had healthy gums and pink, healthy tissue. "Wider! Say: Ag-Ag-Ag!" he commanded her and she obeyed, oblivious to the excrutiating pain and to the flies attracted by the milky staff and in general by the tense atmosphere. Wider! He had to see and touch those gentle tonsils. Delicate sunlight had reflected from her blindingly white teeth, and gentle female fires have errupted in the depths of her deep throat. His calloused right hand went way far beyond the roof of her shapely but distorted mouth. While her musty throat muscles sucked on his gentle manly elbow (it's not the first time she is doing it, he recognized without any doubt whatsoever) his gentle left arm reached around her and his delicate left hand touched her hard, sticking an inch out braton between the said shoulder blades. When he tweaked the said braton between his left hand pinky and ring finger, when he rolled that said braton up and down her Spain spine, a milky geyser had gushed between her shoulder blades, and she couldn't take it anymore, she patted him on his glistening said bald spot and went Eeeeeeee! And he likewise Ooooooooo! They were both drowning in their mixed sweat and milky stuff which by now has reached their necks. She was going Eeeeeeee! He was going Ooooooooo! Ten minutes later she was still going Eeeeeeeeee! He was still going Ooooooooo! After an incredibly intensive hour plus two quarters and fifteen cents they finally relaxed in each others arms, while their knees buckled under both of them. They were thoroughly spent and had no choice but to swim belly up on the peaceful by now surface of the said sweat and milky stuff, above the heavy, full of mystery office furniture.
He wanted her to leave now. "Behind you!", he shouted, fully in control, and she selected one of a dozen of canes. She lost her eyesight, it was worth it, she had the best experience of her young but experienced life. She left. "I bet this walking stick in my hand is white" she thought gratefully, deeply moved out the door. Her insight was still there, somewhere, wherever there is.
The funny thing is, no, that's unbelievable, no, really, that they even didn't learn each others first name, not to mention their last names and the middle initials--initially they introduced themselves, one to another, when they looked deeply into one another's delicate eyes and at his diplomas displayed on the wall, before the Sun took care of hers (of her eyes, not diplomas). They even had to repeat their names twice, and the third time too. They still didn't manage to get them but who gives a fuck. No, that's hilarious, her belly was shaking from laughing, and tears were pouring from her delicate... forget it, just from her.
Senna Jawa ©
2000-08-31
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