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Click here"You keep doing that, and I may have to strip back down, and take you one last time."
"Promises. Promises," she smiled and laughed. Always the tease, and she knew exactly how to tease.
"I wanted to send you out the door with this vision burned into your brain that will last until our next time."
With that, she rose and leaned in, wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled us together. My arms circled her as I ran my hands up and down that smooth bare back to cup each firm butt cheek. She walked me down the stairs to the door and gave me one last kiss before pulling my hand down to her mound as her legs opened a bit.
"Get a sample for later," she cooed as my fingers parted her wet folds, coating them with her wetness, her eyes sparkling full of mischief.
As I sat in the car, I caught motion of the front window curtain as it opened slightly. Her head peaked around the corner of the curtain, as if checking out the neighborhood, before quickly stepping into the window, smiling, and waved in all of her glory.
Another image seared into my brain. This was indeed going to be a wonderful summer.
This is the best-written lovemaking scene I have read in over 60 years of enjoying erotica writing. I mean the BEST -- Miller, Nabokov and those other great pretenders included. This chapter should be required reading for all the wannabee writers of "erotica" who think repetition after repetition of the same old blow job-lick 'em
-fuck' em-protest love, then repeat ad nausea constitutes art.
Bravo!
Read and learn, guys and gals and non-cis scriveners; this is the real deal.
I agree with the first commenter
Being 18, spending time alone, and having sex with a girl friend--what better memory can I think of?