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Click hereI was chatting with my girl (she is near my age, 50s) and it nearing the time she had to go and take her shower, I not wanting her to go just yet, pictured in my mind beads of sweat on her body, and so I started writing my thoughts of them to her here's what became of that.
The name came from her first remark.
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I'm picturing beads of sweat running down over you
I do not like to sweat! hahaha
I follow each as its makes it's way down
Slowly it trickles downward
Crossing your pores, and leading my eye
One forms on the tip of your nipple
Bead after bead joins it
Till it falls,
My eye following to where it lands
just above your well maintained bush
to mix with many other beads that beg to be touched
and felt
the lips just below them
spreading
begging
wanting
I lightly touch them
they close around my finger trapping them
I push deeper
Seeking that spot hidden yet waiting
You explode when I reach it
Your longing plain to see
You gasp for more
and are not disappointed when I give it to you
Your body becomes my playground
And like a child I explore every part of it
Playing here and here, and moving on to the next
I let my lips join my fingers at play
They thirst
and drink
and draw every bead to them
I think my tongue has much for it to drink
As it tastes ever more
Probing deeper
I marvel that your tongue can spark such flames ...
Trying to follow my fingers path
It tries and tries
your slave body pushes against your tongue ...
but alas it is too short and it looks elsewhere
It finds something
A bud
Coming forth from its hood
your touch send a powerful shudder over me
Seeking attention
It gets it
My tongue fly's to it
Kissing it loving it
Welcoming it to come out and play
They play together
purring loudly ... as I squirm and dance for you
Long lost friends
United as lovers
They renew their love
And playfully tease each other
Playing hid and seek
mmmmm
But you always find the same place to hide
makes it all too easy for you to find me
And I always find you and we giggle at the fun
It a sham game of hiding but we love playing any way
yes ... we do
So much so that in the end you shower me with your joy
Other parts of me want to play at this game
I want to hide myself
and so I go about doing so
then come ... there is room
But I sense you looking
and I try to go deeper
Hiding from you
I close my eyes, Master
Yet you seem to know where I am
As you call for me to come out from hiding
but I try to open wider ... deeper for you to explore more
But I just keep seeking a deeper place
Moving about this small tight hot room
Wet with the heat of our play
The beads of sweat make us slippery against each other
And we move faster and faster
I taste other parts of you
I hear you cry out
And it is the sound of pure joy
There are other sounds in the room
It is not the sound children make at play
nor is it the smell
:)
Poor children having to wait so long to learn to play such games
But let them wait for it is our turn in our playground
and play we shall
Till we are exhausted
Sharing the joys loves shares with no other
We lay side by side
We look into each others eyes
We see the things only we can give each other
We move closer
Not wanting to part
Even in rest
Arms about each other
We know we will play often together now we have found each other
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This was just a chat, I have simply made a few spelling corrections for clarity, other than that what you see is what was said.