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Fanchon_s BookI would have begged her to take it. Because I was a sensual bitch and I knew it, and the dark mystery held no terrors for one such as me. "Look in the mirror. At me this time." It wasn't easy. My tongue wasn't that long. But I kept it wriggling and fluttering and squirming as best I could. Then I saw what she was doing. With her hand-in front of her now-the fingers dipping into the pit of her belly. Doing it to herself, and I wished that I had two mouths, but she didn't seem to need them; I could feel her body getting close to its climax-or is it mine?-and then she went into a slow convulsion and I heard her voice, a shrieking command. "Get back in, Fanchon. All the way!" In a frenzy of obedience, I plunged. All the way. Wedging my face between the fleshy pillows, shooting my tongue into the depths of her body. Suffocating and loving it. Dying a small pleasure-death. And then it happened. To her. And to me. Marvel of marvels, it happened to me-without being touched! As if I had swallowed her convulsive climax and made it my own ...» |
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