Andraste
pre-incarnated dolf
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- Feb 15, 2007
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but i'm posting it anyway.
Sleeping beauty
Poor baby, you’ve over-indulged. Curled up in the passenger seat, your words escaping in slurred mumbles. You’re not used to drinking, are you?
Pulling into the drive, I try to rouse you but you barely respond. Lifting you in my arms, you look so vulnerable, so sweet, so peaceful as I carry you inside and lay you gently on the bed.
I’ve watched you do this…I take the wipes from your dresser, gently removing your makeup. Beneath it you look so young, so real. I can’t resist stealing a kiss from your unresponsive lips, running my tongue between them.
Undressing you now… rolling you, lifting you, manipulating passive limbs, exposing you in the soft half-light. Drinking you in with my eyes, wanting you.
And then, sudden urge… I want to examine, probe, learn every inch of your most private place. In this sweet state, no blushes, no covering hands, no modesty or shame.
I spread you, part, stroke, probe, taste. Even in your unconscious state you start to seep that sweet nectar, your pussy twitching at each touch to your clit, a sheen of perspiration forms on your skin and you glow.
…should I?
My need, my desire, your open body… so receptive, so responsive.
To gently make love to you, worship you, use you and sate my hunger…
Will I fill your dreams as I fill your body?
More gentle than I knew myself capable of and as silent as the night about us. I love you more this moment than ever before, with all your defences removed, all barriers gone, there is only the one remaining truth.
You’re mine.
Sleeping beauty
Poor baby, you’ve over-indulged. Curled up in the passenger seat, your words escaping in slurred mumbles. You’re not used to drinking, are you?
Pulling into the drive, I try to rouse you but you barely respond. Lifting you in my arms, you look so vulnerable, so sweet, so peaceful as I carry you inside and lay you gently on the bed.
I’ve watched you do this…I take the wipes from your dresser, gently removing your makeup. Beneath it you look so young, so real. I can’t resist stealing a kiss from your unresponsive lips, running my tongue between them.
Undressing you now… rolling you, lifting you, manipulating passive limbs, exposing you in the soft half-light. Drinking you in with my eyes, wanting you.
And then, sudden urge… I want to examine, probe, learn every inch of your most private place. In this sweet state, no blushes, no covering hands, no modesty or shame.
I spread you, part, stroke, probe, taste. Even in your unconscious state you start to seep that sweet nectar, your pussy twitching at each touch to your clit, a sheen of perspiration forms on your skin and you glow.
…should I?
My need, my desire, your open body… so receptive, so responsive.
To gently make love to you, worship you, use you and sate my hunger…
Will I fill your dreams as I fill your body?
More gentle than I knew myself capable of and as silent as the night about us. I love you more this moment than ever before, with all your defences removed, all barriers gone, there is only the one remaining truth.
You’re mine.