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Dancing #48

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My lips brushed her neck as we danced and even more was I intoxicated by her closeness. Her lips found mine again, and I bit gently on them. Her murmur of delight was unmistakeable and encouraging and her hips, pushing forward, pressed against mine. My tongue sought its way between her yielding lips - but no tongue responded.
Once more, against the back of my neck that horrific sensation of hard, cold fingers. Her mouth, too, suddenly felt icy, and as I squeezed her to me, my hands pushed the fabric of her clothes through what should have been her body.

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    Christopher 6 months ago

    This guy apparently isn't getting the memo!

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    Drew Martyn 6 months ago

    He isn't, is he? The poor sap is in love - but I reckon he may be reassessing his feelings now...

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    Neville Hunt 6 months ago

    Oh blimey! With Helega, it seems to be a case not so much ‘what a body’, but ‘what body?’

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    Drew Martyn 6 months ago

    Too true Neville :)

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