January 2009
237 posts
She excused herself from the group of partiers, and followed the winding hall to the bathroom. Her panties became moist awaiting the arrival of the auburn hair beauty who had been flashing signals all night. Her nipples hardened and she hoped she had not gotten her signals mixed. Then came the light knock on the door. Heart hearbeat almost stopped. “I am almost done,” she said. ...
Only a caress...
towardsecstasy:
“…And then I felt a soft hand between my legs, very soft, caressing me so lightly I had to awaken to make sure I had been touched. Reynolds was bending over me, but with such an expression of delighted gentleness that I did not move. His eyes were tender, his mouth half open.
‘Only a caress,’ he said, ‘just a caress.’
I did not move. I had never felt anything like this hand...
Love and the Butterfly~
LOVE AND THE BUTTERFLY.
I heard a merry voice one day And glancing at my side; Fair Love, all breathless, flushed with play, A butterfly did ride “Whither away, oh sportive boy?” I asked, he tossed his head; Laughing aloud for purest joy, And past me swiftly sped.
Next day I heard a plaintive cry And Love crept in my arms; Weeping he held the butterfly, Devoid of all its charms....
“She knows how to turn her ass despite all that. Turns in the primordial way. In...”
– Philip Roth, The Dying Animal (via nightmarebrunette)
