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remember kissing her belly, and how it tickled her, she laughed and I could
feel the vibration of the laughter inside of her. It brought Goosebumps
to our flesh and made the heat between us rise. The smell and taste of her
was intoxicating, it was the most purely female smell I can imagine. And
for a moment I felt feverish and dizzy. It filled me with heat and an intense
ache of desire.
I ran my hands over her body feeling the
gentle curves, the slight impressions and the swell of her breast. I could
feel her heart beat faster and the smell intensified ,it made me desire
her even more. Each breath would catch and carry us just a little closer
to climax. Our bodies entwined, breath together, our bodies pressed together
soft against firm, curve against angle. A harmony of movements, a symphony
of sounds and a richness of textures. I could feel her heart beating in
my hand as I caressed her nipple and cupped her breast. I touched her
where the barbell pierced the flesh of her nipple. I love her piercing's,
her body is so different from mine.
I watched the heat rise in her face, her
face flush with desire and passion. She trembled as my fingers stroked
her. I felt her juices begin to flow as she started to climax, her clit
hardened swelled and she began to tremble as I brought her to climax.
I felt myself carried on that same wave.
We shared a totally feminine moment. A
unique gift between us, that only two women can share. The love of differences
and similarities, of small measures but great distances . It has a unique
balance not of Ying and Yang, but of the spaces in between positive and
negative. The differences in us found balance. Our uniqueness and individuality
harmonize like different tones on the same instrument.
It is a beautiful and wild, sweet and wonton
thing. It is hard to describe in simple words. It is like looking at and
touching your reflection in water instead of in a mirror. In a mirror
everything is reversed. It is a slightly untrue reflection. A reflection
in water takes in movement and light, it breaths and is alive. It is a
moving living representation of your truest self.
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