Her unresisting lips closed with his, kissing lightly, then, hands grabbing hair, mouths crushing down upon the others deep tongue spears. Soft flesh against him, bodies pressed, prick stiffening...
tongue sucking deeper, teeth chewing, thick, alive, fire in her loins -- probing, licking -- locked in a deep wet kiss, a large, smooth breast moaned, tongue stabbing -- writhing squeezing hard shivers racing -- rubbing and pinching working the nipple until hard and erect
mouths crushing -- wanting it and not wanting it
... kissing lightly her neck, then lowering to close with the nipple of a perfet breast, gently pulling it inside, nibbling and sucking, running his teeth again and again over the hard stiff tip...
An irrelevant and poignant sensation of pleasure arose in him, like a tree that grew up and flowered all in one moment with its roots in his loins and its flowers in his mind. -- "The Lathe of Heaven"
One strong, clear,
silent voice...
can make itself
heard above the din,
rushing signals to a new world man --