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nur ow all night long we roll in opposite directions, his hands grope open, shut, pull in half-sleep he whines, whimpers rests tries again cries out. deep within my dream i hear the tug on my arm, tightly turn away into bedding protecting my pinkened nipples from his torturous sigh eventually we are both pulled far enough from sleep that i bitterly roll over, gasp at touches, grit teeth, growl at him as he rubs his eyes, his frown opened with a wail then part my shirt and pull out the lesser of two burned breasts. posted by anna kiss @ 2/07/2008 01:15:00 AM |
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