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Feeling Groovy

Claire watched adoringly as years disappeared and her boyfriend of twenty years got that look: the time for play had arrived. She turned ever so slightly in her seat. He looked at Claire. She had found a striped shirt not unlike the one she had worn the day they met. Today, however, Ben noticed that the top four buttons were open. He really noticed. They both sat looking at the other for a moment before Ben leaned over. He kissed her neck and shoulders, moving lower on her chest. Then he sat back just far enough to look in her eyes. “You taste and smell and look the same as the day I met you.”

Vanilla Moon

The moonlight throws half your smile into shadow, but I kiss the illuminated corner chastely, keeping my tongue from probing. You are still, responding with tenderness to my lips. It fires me more. I want you to hurt me. But beneath the silk of your gentle nature is a fierce wolf...

Martika

And then the little minx kissed me. That is the right word, I think: minx. A young one full of mischief. I wore only one of the silk caftans I lounge in during the evening. She had on only the nearly transparent smock. We were both naked in the next moment, without conscious thought to undressing. We used the caftan for a throw—right there on the roof, in the night.

Others looking out of windows from higher floors might have seen us, but we had no mind for caution. Her small, soft hands were everywhere on my body at once; her mouth was eager, hungry. She pressed the curls of her vulva to my thigh, rubbing.