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It was hard to work free, she has holding me so tightly. "Here, Elizabeth. Here. Later is fine. We have world enough and time. Let's do this." I lifted off her a little and felt for her vagina. She was slippery. I took my penis and put the head to her opening and pushed. Ahh! The first contact, the flower being pushed open. The best contact. I watched her while I did it, and her eyes closed completely.
Elizabeth, you're a delicate flower yourself, almost untouched by man. I'll touch you and change you. I'll enslave you.
Later, after we had dozed, I turned to see the clock. Elizabeth stroked my back. "Can you spend the night? I have an extra toothbrush."
Sorry, Elizabeth. There will be bigger disappointments than your new lover departing after sex and leaving your bed empty. Much more profound ones. Please accept this tiny regret. "I can't. I have an early appointment." Of sorts. But then I never stay. Only if the party is going to continue.
"On Sunday morning?" She was playing with my hair, looking up at me. She still had hope.
"Yes."
"Is it in a church?"
"Not nearly as much fun." Not for the client. Much more for me. I dressed and left quickly. Yes, I gave her a good-night kiss and told her I would call. I drove to my apartment, got on line, and ordered a floral delivery. A single, long-stemmed, red rose would be perfect. The card would read:
"To Preludes. Yours, Edward."
That should hold her for a few days.
End Of Chapter 2.
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