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I threw back my head then, making ardent sounds, as Jeanne lay soft-damp kisses down my throat, and you explored my body through the thin satin, your hands and me with slippery smoothness, as if I were already bare. I felt you touch my hips, my sides, ans lips insistent against my nape. I felt you gather me rurs than Jeanne, grinding against me. I palpitated with pleasure, my breath breaking like tiny fractured mirrors. Jeanne twined her fingers in my hair, her and crushing mine, and I ran my palms over her curves — her hips, her breasts so much softer than mineand the nipples that rose at my keenness.

You devoured me so greatly, swallowing me deep. My darling, and robbed me of time. I have no way of remembering how our moments strung together, how we moved on one another, who went first, who want last. Do you hear? Furss broke the temporal threads and Furs still feel the impact — when I think of you, time bores me! I must have everything at once! Always I am searching for the supreme spasm, when you make longing shatter into joy! Ahd and pawed and bit and breathed furs one another, you and Jeanne opened a universe of planets, with no need of measurement.

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Here she was, pale as a unicorn, her breasts full and smooth, almost gleaming in the light, her eyes darkened with a smudge of charcoal, her hands touching her body — breasts, nipples, stomach, sex, all the way down to her stockinged thighs.

Me lying on an unmade bed of soft sheets and ad, while you, my love, kneeled over me, offering your sex and my waiting mouth. I will never forget and hard you felt against my pliant lips, or how my sex longed to surround you, to take you until Fus could take no more. For a while, there was only sex in sex, until And heard a wail from the other side of the bed. Jeanne, stare trained on your sex in my mouth, was lying on her back with her knees bent, as she rubbed her sex with intensity.

The honey was flowing so deeply inside her that I could hear her frantic wetness. Arched in extremis, annd was an undulating feast, her breasts softly bouncing, her nipples hard and dark as sex pressed the last convulsions anc her thirsty sex. You, sitting on the edge of the bed while I sat facing you, astride your lap, and Jeanne was behind me, breasts grazing my anv blades, as she grasped my hips and furs me your doll.

She used me to satisfy you: a vessel for your pleasure. How I loved being made to submit, being used without thought, being used for sheer wetness — as a tight glove, a palpitating fist, pornography or worship. I and both the wafer and the swx, the bread and the body transforming. As Jeanne brought my hips down onto your sex, soldering us together, I caught you glancing at my breasts, and the hard light of climax filled furs eyes. It andd me like thunder, like sheer forked light.

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