C G loft.

[cgraven]

Snork my Hammock dose hold two and a bit more. And I have plenty of floor cushions in my locker. And Boatswain stores.

Now which would Snork prefer?

Plush comfort or to be “Swinging” in the breeze Luv?

A few more licks, sucks and nibbles of pinkies, as Snork ponders her choices.

 

[Snork Maiden]

I'd love to cuddle up with you in the hammock, I know how they curl up around you, but I think the floor cushion would allow us much more freedom to nibble what you think

reaching forward to stroking C.G.'s head as he grazes on my toes

 

[cgraven]

The cushions it shall me Snork because I really do like Pinkie nibbling.

Now come help me get the cushions Snork.

I Open the Boatswain locker and start tossing cushions to and at Snork, A mile on my face and laughter on my lips.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Catching the large soft cushions as he throws them across the room at me laughing

Careful Hon, you don't want to break any of these beautiful ornaments.

Arranging the cushions on the floor to make a patchwork mattress, placing the finally one I throw myself onto them rolling onto my back and kicking my legs in the air

Dinner is served m'lord

 

[cgraven]

Oh boy Pinkies and tooties!!!!!!!!!!

Me lady is to kind.

I lay by Snork my head bye her feet and feast on her ten pink little pinkies.

Will Me lady sup as well?

 

[Snork Maiden]

opening and closing my fingers and thumbs like lobster claws

I'm just a Big Maine Lobster *giggle*

Play pinching C.G.'s toes

have you ever had your toes nibbled

 

[cgraven]

Snork not for a very long time me dear I did quite enjoy it joy it

Once upon a time it was my favorite way to start a very long and leisurely afternoon that stretched into evening Luv.

More the pity she fond work mates and they told her it was dirty.

Some people’s children.

If you’re a Maine lobster, then from Quebec I am French so that means I use my tongue for more than talking.


** Wink**

 

[Snork Maiden]

Gently massaging the sole of C.G's foot

I'm a friendly Maine Lobster, see I have soft paws

I have heard the rumours that the french are good with there tongues, I always thought that was a synonym for language speaking

Ooo look a lobster shrimping

nibbles on C.G. big toe

 

[cgraven]

Smiling at Snork that maye be so Snork Ummm Snork has soft paws and lips.

C G likes Snork nibbles very much.

I return to Snork's littlest pinkie,

 

[Snork Maiden]

Snorks have very soft lips and very soft lips and very wet lips and very wet lips and they are known to dribble occasionally - that's dribble not slobber

Taking C.G.'s big toe into her mouth and rolling her tongue around it, sucking gently

 

[cgraven]

Yes Snork has juicy lips so soft and silken. They are. Tickle and please.


I nibble her toes then lick up the sole of Snork’s foot and nibble on her trim ankle.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Stroking the sole of CG's foot, and nibbling the tips of his toes hmmmmmmm, this is so relaxing.

Running her hand gently over the calf of his leg, gently massaging the firm well defined muscles.

I can see you do a lot of hiking CG

 

[cgraven]

Yes I do Snork walk every place I do not have to drive or bike it.

I nibble at Snork’s ankle then start up her calve with light feathery kisses and little nibbles to the tendon behind Snork’s knee where I stop and play awhile. My fingers as light as spiders dance along Snork’s inner thigh.

Umm you must do a fair bit of walking your self young lady.

 

[Snork Maiden]

As a mater of fact , I love walking, woods and lakes are my favorite places.

Moves her leg in anticipation as CG's fingers driftly lightly over her upper leg

I see your fingers like to walk as well *giggle*

 

[cgraven]

Lifting my head and smiling into Snork’s eyes, a devilish smile at that.

Oh yes Snork they have been known to wander about exploring, here and there.

I live in the Lakes and mountain district of New Hampshire. I do love my woods and rugged granite slopes, and clear spring fed ponds & lakes.

I nibble just behind Snork’s knee and my fingers lightly brush her downy fleece. Ad play along rosy pink lips.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Curling around to rest her just above CG's knees and stroking her nails up and down the insides of his legs, watching him with a more than devilish look in her eye's

Yes, I love the trees of New Hampshire, especially those tall , straight Douglas Firs. Casting a glance at CG's midriff and smiling

 

[cgraven]

Snork’s nails and devilish smile sent shivers through me.

Yes the tall straight strong trees are quite a sight ** Wink **

But I love exploring the moist warm valley country.

a finger runs the length of Snork’s moistening rose pink lips. Just slightly dividing them.

 

[Snork Maiden]

His gentle fingers unfurled my petals, pressing lightly into the folds and opening me, I feel a flush of excitement

hmmm C.G. yes I think you're right quite often a small stream trickles through the valley floor where you can sometimes paddle your feet.

Gently stroking the stiff length of C.G.s own tree trunk

The trees, I love. The feel of the smooth bark of the birch. I like to lie at the base of the trunk and look up into the canopy.

 

[cgraven]

Yes Snork, but I love the places like lost river where it runs through a hidden valley a small trickle the grows in to a raging torrent here the flutter of feet in the cool water refreshes, stimulates.

The lone finger is joined by a mate and gently flutters back and forth as they delve deeper between the moist petals that are Snork

 

[Snork Maiden]

I wish trees could talk, and tell us all the things that have pasted by in thier lifetimes, like the giant redwoods, sometimes spanning centuries.

Gently curling my fingers around C.G.'s hardwood trunk

Sometimes I hug trees, and smell the bark, Birch wood bark is very good as an antiseptic and also for muscle ache and sprains, did you know that.

hmmmmm, CG that feels so nice, I do love a slow hand, it's so refreshing.

 

[cgraven]

Yes Snork I would love to talk to threes as well the Alder so sweet the sap smells like watermelon. But because are lives are so short we forget they have a limited span as well.

Oh on the brick and its bark a most amazing tree.

But rivers and streams they start as just a seeping of moisture then build to raging torrents that even trees need to drink from..

The fluttering fingers how caress the hooded guardian.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Trees, are such wonderful things, and they provide us with lots of benefits. They clean our air, they keep us cool in their shade. They provide us with materials to build things from and fruit and medicines.

Some tree produce sticky fluids, like the sugar maples and rubber plants. Fossilised tree resin makes beautiful Amber jewellry.

Stroking C.G.'s sugar maple,

Look you see your tree makes dewy resin too, I wonder if it is sweet

Flicking her tongue lightly over the tiny slit to lift the bead of clear sap from C.G.s trunk.

 

[cgraven]

The feathery velvet touch of Snork’s tongue brings a slow moan from me. And the sugar Maple the sap stirs deep with in down at the roots. As the sugaring season approaches.

Sruyp de emarad yes Snork to some a great gift but other’s do not care for its taste.

Fingers flick a little deeper past the moist silken folds past the hooded guardian. My tongue catches the 1st dew drops of a stream at its birth.

Snork the 1st dew drops are always the sweetest .

 

[Snork Maiden]

I agree with what you say CG, Feasting on the single ripe fruit on top of the tree slowly slipping my lips over it and rolling my tongue across its silky skin

Personally I can honestly admit I enjoy the sap of a man, It is a gift which I accept with great honor, for me it is the very essence of his passion, I also consider the sight of the instant of the height of his arousal a privelige to behold and a compliment to my efforts.

That aside my love, I would welcome the eruption of your passion in the place that was intended. But not just yet

I am sure I can tap your tree for more of your sweet clear nectar for a while longer with gentle massage and loving nibbles. Gripping tightly and slowly pulling up to bring another bead to the surface

 

[cgraven]

Rolling my eyes at Snork’s skillful and maddeningly delicious tongue and mouth, a sigh escapes my lips.

Snork I have no doubts you can luv.

I myself do so enjoy the sweet fragrance of a woman, the taste of her honey nectar, the way those first dew drops collect to become honey mead to feast on and when she has reached that euphoric plateau rather then letting all slip aside to help her to the next so one builds on the other Snork.


I now sup on Snork's sweet nectar as two fngers search dep with in her for that elusive spot that will bring her joy.