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"Is something wrong?" Mokonyi asked and Oyan shook her head, but she still did not move. She glanced behind Mokonyi and saw her pack lying where she'd left it on a pile of clothing which had been set aside for the colder months.
"Can you hold your water for a few minutes?" she asked.
"I guess," Mokonyi nodded, wondering what was up and trying to listen for anything untoward from outside. All that she heard were the early morning birds chittering.
Oyan smiled and she kissed Mokonyi again for a moment before she gently pushed back until Mokonyi was half-sitting on the pack and the clothing.
She sank to her knees then and looked up, "I wish to learn the taste of my woman," she said, "And I promise to learn this as quickly as I can for her."
Mokonyi wanted to say that it was alright and that it could wait, but she saw plainly that it couldn't and that Oyan wanted her now.
Deciding that this was a tendency which she really liked about her girlfriend, Mokonyi made a silent promise to never refuse her if it was at all possible.
She sighed and reached for her lover's head as Oyan began.
- COMMENTS
TaLtos6almost 10 years agoAuthorThank you for your insightful and intelligent comment. I add my prologues to try to help set the scene so that you might get a glimpse of the scenery in a way.
I know that I tend to have my characters just tumble. It's a weakness in a way. I spend so much thought in working things together that by the time that I sit down at a keyboard, I WANT them to. Also, my freaking stories are long enough as it is, right? Thanks again. 0_o
sailandoaralmost 10 years ago. . . (a) for the preface/commentary you often/always? add to clarify some point, (b) and for considering the genre and then deciding to be consistent so regular followers would not miss an installment. It seems your tales transcend the listed genres in that you consistently write of love rather than lust. Oddly and sadly there is not a genre that captures that subtlety.
