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naughtybutnice -> The Ache (7/5/2004 6:40:00 PM)
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It starts in her back..feeling almost like a muscle cramp, but much more enjoyable..moving through her body..her shoulders..her back again..each time lasting longer..like a spark of electricity shooting through her muscles..between her legs..making her knees buckle..He STOPS..His charming laughter..her groan..her ache.
Her world spins..trying to gain what composure she ever had..her face flushed crimson, shifting her hips..feeling the moisture, growls under her breath...Damnit He stopped...smile..act composed..breathe in..out...Does He really know the words almost have as much affect on her, as the reality of the act...the nerves on her skin so alive..almost as if they've been hybernating..and the slightest touch..sending her into overdrive..His lips against her skin..smoldering..the ache is back..stronger..more fierce than before..biting her lip..her mind racing.. "Please don't stop..please.." her mind screaming..her body aching...the bite..the nuzzle..His breath..His laughter filling her...He STOPS...Gawdddddd please don't stop..don't let this be the end..please..Another day..more fantasies..more teasing..the ache..can't you feel the ache..the ache to be touched..the ache to feel Your teeth sink into my flesh..the ache of Your will etched into my mind..my body...
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