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  • The scene begins somewhere in the hamptons it seems, the sprawling lawn a green sea of beautifully and individually sculpted blades of grass, the ocean beyond it, serene and ever moving, quiet mists spray off from a rocky jeddy. The house is massive as one would expect in this part of America, where presidents, captains of industry and “old money” families live in their virtually stark white community.

    I am holding a photograph of myself with buster the dog and a young boy, about 8, who looks a hell of a lot like me, myself also in the photo, kneeling behind the boy, buster flanking our left. We both look quietly at this photo, unspoken questions answered silently, looks of lament are exchanged as I revel and wish that you also were a part of this photograph, the boys mother having tragically passed when a pane of when a bus glanced her at an intersection, the driver drunk, his light, red, her attention...not on the bus that would break every bone in her body.

    We are under an indian woven wool blanket, very large and beautifully embroidered with the symbols of their life, hiding us from the people that were in attendance of this soiree. You are 8 months pregnant and ravishingly gorgeous, glowing, shining, brimming with utter grace and beauty, even more so than usual....

    Furtive glances are exchanged as we both begin to realize where we are, whom we are with and what our bodies are telling us to do, crying out for us to do, to slake and satisfy a long, unrequited and unfulfilled urge to be as one…again

    It was at this point, both our pheromones filling the air beneath the blanket, that you looked at me with a hint of sadness and told me "we have 3 days to love each other, so we may love each other for these three only and then go back to the way we were" (yes, streisand, I know, kooky). Shocked and overjoyed, I agreed and with that we began....

    We kissed as if it were the first time, electric and slow, both our bodies heaving and groaning with age old desire, our hands beginning to run themselves along the familiar curves of both our bodies that had gone so long without the comfort of eachother. I touched your breasts, which I had just freed from their confinement, looked you in the eye, and began to pay attention to the twins, my tongue slow and deliberate on the right, my fingers teasing and tweaking ever so slightly at the other twin on the left.

    You moan as I take your entire nipple in my mouth, the pressure suction from my mouth arching your back, your hips raising up level with my hard, brown chest, a jade buddha hand around my neck rests itself on your tummy (so sexy) and I began to move down, ever so slowly down, down to a safe place, a place I want to be, a place you want my mouth to be and is when I begin to kiss, lick, nibble and tease her, my hands now moving up your body pushing your breasts together, lingering around your nipples some more as my mouth begins to work a bit harder, your hips unconsciously grinding themselves against my face, your hands suddenly shoving down to grab my face and hold it there so you may achieve the first of three orgasms, the first feral and gutteral, as if it was the first time a man had taken enough care to please you first, the second followed the first very quickly, hard and fevered, your longish blonde hair now a bit wet from sweat and your groans only igniting my motor as we both decide that the time has come. You pull my face up to yours while guiding him inside you, we both moan the moan of centuries of repressed desire. your third orgasm came during our “first in forever and a day” session of deeply intimate, physically charged and emotionally deep love making, which started slow, my mouth now on yours, our tongues twirling, your hands running themselves down my strongly muscled back who’s form was smoothly muscled and waiting to be released from confines from which it could never escape....

    being inside you made us frantic immediately and we quickened out pace, you calling for me to cut loose inside you, me not yet wanting to but unable to hold back, our hips so pressed together that not a hair would fit between as we both shuddered, smiled and came loud and hard together. We finished our love making with sighs of relief and smiles, you kissing my face, smiling the way you do when in love, and that was when the dream changed and I was searching for buster the dog off by the rock jeddy.
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