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From: "catherine daniels" <wolfette13@charter.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Twisted
Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2002 16:10:06 -0500
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She wakes to the warmth of skin next to hers. A soft caress down her arm to
her fingertips. In the midst of not asleep yet not quite awake she is not
sure exactly where she is. She tries to open her eyes yet they prefer
slumber. Somewhere in the darkness she catches the scent of familiar
cologne. Good Morning Sweetness, she loves his voice. He can calm her
emotions or raise her deepest passions with just his voice. She feels his
beard on her shoulder as he kisses her neck. She feels him pull her close in
his arms, the hair on his chest against her back, his arms and legs wrapped
around her, his desire pressing warm against her skin. She loves the feeling
of comfort and security in his arms. She knows no other woman gives him as
much pleasure as she does. She takes his hand and moves it to her lips and
kisses his fingers before she guides him to her breast. He knows what his
touch does to her and he gladly feels her flesh, soft and warm. Gently
caressing her, moving softly around her nipple. He glides his tongue across
her shoulder slowly moving down her back across her tattoo. He starts
kissing straight down her back giving her chills. He continues kissing down
her thigh, the back of her knee, down her calf to her ankle. She can barely
lay still filled with anticipation of what he is going to do next. As he
starts kissing up her leg he rolls her to her back. He kisses and licks the
inside of her knee, up the inside of her thigh, moving his hands across her
breast and belly. He takes her hips and raises them a bit and puts a pillow
under her. He slowly feels her flesh; softly yet full of desire arousing her
more with each touch. He can feel her warmth on his fingers as he explores
her softness. He can taste her passion with each touch of his tongue; he can
feel each time she is close. He takes his time knowing she enjoys the feel
of his hands, the smoothness of his tongue, the nibbles that take her close
to ecstasy then he quickly brings her down before she gets too close. He
loves the depth of passion and emotion she gives to only him. He loves her
scent, the feel of her lips and tongue on his flesh, the warmth of her body
wrapped around him, pulling him as far as he can go. Accepting all of his
passion long and slow or deep and fast. She can sense his every movement and
her body melts in his embrace. He brings her close again but keeps her
waiting. He wants to fill her with pleasure at the same time she tastes the
kiss from his lips. He knows how much she enjoys his tongue but she enjoys
feeling him even more. He moves above her finding the one spot that drives
her wild when he teases her. He is so close himself from giving her
pleasure, the way she feels, the way she responds to his touch, her warmth,
the way she whispers his name in that low, sensual voice of hers. He quickly
moves deep into her body as long and fast as he can knowing she is close. He
wraps one arm tight around her waist and puts the other under her back with
his hand on her shoulder. She puts her arms on his shoulders; softly moving
down his back as she puts her feet at his sides so she can feel all of him.
He leans close to her, his beard against her cheek, his voice soft in her
ear. He moves to her lips, his tongue slowly parting her lips, feeling the
depth of her entire body. I want and need you heart and soul, I have loved
you for so long, there is no other woman who makes me feel the way you do.
He gives her a deep kiss knowing she can taste herself on his lips, knowing
he gives her pleasure, feeling the depths of her not only physically but
emotionally to the very core of..
He wakes to the sound of the announcer on TV..Well, half time is over, 
wasn't that a great show. As the players take the field the score is close; 
you can feel the excitement of the fans throughout the stadium.

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