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The day she touched me was the day I started to feel. She brushed by me in the public library. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t turn to look at me. She kept on her way. Her long red hair swaying with each step. Her clothes fit her body perfectly. The 100% cotton held her curves and sweetly hugged her skin. Her perfume left a trail from my arm, where she brushed by me, to behind the book shelves and past old magazine racks. I stood there in a daze, imagining an apology. How she could have turned to look at me, her perfect eye brows arched upwards in surprise, her pouting full lips slowly letting out an excited “I’m sorry.” All of that just before her hand landed on my arm. I imagined the way I would study her body in those few seconds. How I would notice the bounce of her breasts as she turned around. I wanted her hands on me. I wanted to feel her. All of this. Up close. But for that moment, I would settled for the way she rudely brushed by me.
I don’t know why I visited the library other than to see her. I would slowly pace through the isles of books, catching glimpses of her through the non fiction. Each row I encountered became another vivid dream in my mind. Each time I heard pages turning, it was her body moving hypnotically. I would close my eyes for brief moments just so I could see her. My hands would extend and touch the spines of these hard back books. And as always, my fingers would pull away in disappointment. When my eyes would break open to reality, I’d see her apart from my dreams. Fully clothed. Stern. Quiet. And it was that very attitude she possessed that intrigued me so. I wanted to see how her mouth would open in O shapes and how her teeth would grit if I pleasured her intensely. I wanted to see the way she gripped on to the pillow, or if she would be as quiet or plain as she seemed. However she was, I wanted her. To see it. To feel it. To hear it. To taste it.
From the day she brushed by me, my body began to tingle. Waves of heat and passion began to rise from my soul. I felt her hands on my body whilst sleeping. I saw her strawberry colored lips moving and forming words. I saw her thick tongue gliding within her mouth. My mind was her theater, where she would perform for me on a stage with a black back drop. I would sit in the audience as she teased and pulled at my heart. My desire for her would breach, and I would cast roses upon her feet. Her performance becoming increasingly sultry each time I watched her. So much, that I would close my minds eyes to her. She rolled her body like exotic dancers. She leaned over chairs and tables. He limbs would spread and stretch, exposing every slit and hole on her magnificent body. There were times that she would climb from the stage to my lap. She would find me all alone in that empty theater. Her eyes locking target on my own. She would swing her hips down the isles of chairs. She would stand before me bending and running her slender fingers over her form. I would gaze in awe at how beautiful she was. There in the theater she would she would press her milky while flesh upon my own. Her peach colored nipples would slide over my lips and into my mouth, where I would press her breast firmly to my face, and indulge myself in her body. Sucking her breasts until the nipple would swell and darken in color. Her plump breasts would wiggle as they ejected from my mouth. Her head was always tilted back exposing her long neck. Her plush lips parted just enough so I could see the white of her teeth. Her hips winding upon my lap, and each time she raised her self, I could see the wet glisten between her soft lips. Her clit , as swollen as her nipples, would slide between her lips. She would moan in pleasure at this, and each time my lap became more damp. In all of that silence of her theatre, she began to whisper to me. Her voice was clear and clean, shattering the silence. She said to me “give me your hand.” Without hesitation, I did, and she guided my hand to her wet opening. She ran my finger just far enough inside of her so I could trace her clit from her hole to the end of her clit. With doing that, she said to me “Now taste me.” Slowly she moved my hand to my mouth where she placed my own finger in my mouth. Instantly I felt her warm liquid spread over my tongue. I closed my eyes letting it dissolve like sugar. I slowly sucked the remains of her from my finger. She tasted pure, clean, a slight sweetness. I felt my heart speed as she watched me. She turned her body around, with her back facing towards me, she leaned over, whispering, “now taste me more.” My hands latched on to her hips as I slid my tongue up and down her slits. Her thick wetness cover my face as I moved back and forth from her clit to her pink ass hole. I slurped and sucked her genitals slowly, passionately. I felt starved for her. Ravenous. My tongue penetrated her holes repetitively. With each time, going deeper and deeper. I felt her muscles clench and release. I felt her body shiver and shake. Waves of passion rolling through her into my mouth. I parted her soft ass. Her hole puckering. I leaned my mouth in and slowly kissed her asshole. She threw her head back gasping as the mixture of her fluids and my saliva ran down her legs. She was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. I sucked her asshole slowly as I pressed my fingers into her pussy. She was burning inside. Her heat instantly lit me. Her texture was so smooth, silky, her pussy pulled at my fingers as I French kissed her sweet hole. She ran her hands over her breasts to her clit. I could feel her fingers toying and pressing it. She was panting quickly, pressing me deep into her with her other hand. Her body was so desperate for every touch. She released deep moans, seeming to have been trapped within her for ages. It was almost if her soul was crying out to me. Before I knew it, she began to move her body faster and faster. She was no longer pressing me to her, but shoving me. I could feel her body pulling me in. Pussy and ass hole clenching so tight, that she threw her head back gasping as if she had dove into an ocean, emerging for breath. Her ass hole became so tight that I had to slowly pull out my tongue. Her beautiful hole slightly gaping now. My hand was dripping with her wet. She turned around to face me, slid her thick tongue over my lips, and kissed me so deeply I thought I would sink. I closed my minds eyes to this. The stage was covered in roses. When I opened them, it was in reality. In my own bed.
When I walked the isles of the library, I would watch the red headed woman. So transfixed that I found her, the only book worth wile. I knew her in ways she’d never know. I read her. I study her. I practice her. All because she brushed by me. With no apology. That’s all it took for me to feel alive. She’s never said a word to me. She’s never gazed deeply into my eyes. But I’m waiting fearfully for the day when she collides into me face first . If she does, I will die.
I don’t know why I visited the library other than to see her. I would slowly pace through the isles of books, catching glimpses of her through the non fiction. Each row I encountered became another vivid dream in my mind. Each time I heard pages turning, it was her body moving hypnotically. I would close my eyes for brief moments just so I could see her. My hands would extend and touch the spines of these hard back books. And as always, my fingers would pull away in disappointment. When my eyes would break open to reality, I’d see her apart from my dreams. Fully clothed. Stern. Quiet. And it was that very attitude she possessed that intrigued me so. I wanted to see how her mouth would open in O shapes and how her teeth would grit if I pleasured her intensely. I wanted to see the way she gripped on to the pillow, or if she would be as quiet or plain as she seemed. However she was, I wanted her. To see it. To feel it. To hear it. To taste it.
From the day she brushed by me, my body began to tingle. Waves of heat and passion began to rise from my soul. I felt her hands on my body whilst sleeping. I saw her strawberry colored lips moving and forming words. I saw her thick tongue gliding within her mouth. My mind was her theater, where she would perform for me on a stage with a black back drop. I would sit in the audience as she teased and pulled at my heart. My desire for her would breach, and I would cast roses upon her feet. Her performance becoming increasingly sultry each time I watched her. So much, that I would close my minds eyes to her. She rolled her body like exotic dancers. She leaned over chairs and tables. He limbs would spread and stretch, exposing every slit and hole on her magnificent body. There were times that she would climb from the stage to my lap. She would find me all alone in that empty theater. Her eyes locking target on my own. She would swing her hips down the isles of chairs. She would stand before me bending and running her slender fingers over her form. I would gaze in awe at how beautiful she was. There in the theater she would she would press her milky while flesh upon my own. Her peach colored nipples would slide over my lips and into my mouth, where I would press her breast firmly to my face, and indulge myself in her body. Sucking her breasts until the nipple would swell and darken in color. Her plump breasts would wiggle as they ejected from my mouth. Her head was always tilted back exposing her long neck. Her plush lips parted just enough so I could see the white of her teeth. Her hips winding upon my lap, and each time she raised her self, I could see the wet glisten between her soft lips. Her clit , as swollen as her nipples, would slide between her lips. She would moan in pleasure at this, and each time my lap became more damp. In all of that silence of her theatre, she began to whisper to me. Her voice was clear and clean, shattering the silence. She said to me “give me your hand.” Without hesitation, I did, and she guided my hand to her wet opening. She ran my finger just far enough inside of her so I could trace her clit from her hole to the end of her clit. With doing that, she said to me “Now taste me.” Slowly she moved my hand to my mouth where she placed my own finger in my mouth. Instantly I felt her warm liquid spread over my tongue. I closed my eyes letting it dissolve like sugar. I slowly sucked the remains of her from my finger. She tasted pure, clean, a slight sweetness. I felt my heart speed as she watched me. She turned her body around, with her back facing towards me, she leaned over, whispering, “now taste me more.” My hands latched on to her hips as I slid my tongue up and down her slits. Her thick wetness cover my face as I moved back and forth from her clit to her pink ass hole. I slurped and sucked her genitals slowly, passionately. I felt starved for her. Ravenous. My tongue penetrated her holes repetitively. With each time, going deeper and deeper. I felt her muscles clench and release. I felt her body shiver and shake. Waves of passion rolling through her into my mouth. I parted her soft ass. Her hole puckering. I leaned my mouth in and slowly kissed her asshole. She threw her head back gasping as the mixture of her fluids and my saliva ran down her legs. She was the most delicious thing I’d ever tasted. I sucked her asshole slowly as I pressed my fingers into her pussy. She was burning inside. Her heat instantly lit me. Her texture was so smooth, silky, her pussy pulled at my fingers as I French kissed her sweet hole. She ran her hands over her breasts to her clit. I could feel her fingers toying and pressing it. She was panting quickly, pressing me deep into her with her other hand. Her body was so desperate for every touch. She released deep moans, seeming to have been trapped within her for ages. It was almost if her soul was crying out to me. Before I knew it, she began to move her body faster and faster. She was no longer pressing me to her, but shoving me. I could feel her body pulling me in. Pussy and ass hole clenching so tight, that she threw her head back gasping as if she had dove into an ocean, emerging for breath. Her ass hole became so tight that I had to slowly pull out my tongue. Her beautiful hole slightly gaping now. My hand was dripping with her wet. She turned around to face me, slid her thick tongue over my lips, and kissed me so deeply I thought I would sink. I closed my minds eyes to this. The stage was covered in roses. When I opened them, it was in reality. In my own bed.
When I walked the isles of the library, I would watch the red headed woman. So transfixed that I found her, the only book worth wile. I knew her in ways she’d never know. I read her. I study her. I practice her. All because she brushed by me. With no apology. That’s all it took for me to feel alive. She’s never said a word to me. She’s never gazed deeply into my eyes. But I’m waiting fearfully for the day when she collides into me face first . If she does, I will die.
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