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Silent Fuck
Curled up under the sheets, my sleeping beauty lies.
Holding the shiny metal whip in my hand, I gently trace the length of her exposed calf with the soft leather flogger.
Stirring, she stretches languorously.
I tug at the blankets exposing her nude body and stubbornly repress the urge to lavish on her skin, a thousand kisses.
Opening her legs slightly, I see the rosy lips of her already glistening cunt and place the handle between her folds. She grips my hand with hers. Together we guide cool steel inside. Silent gasp. The flower opens. I bend to taste honey.
© October 12, 2010. Dylynn DeSaint. All rights reserved. Copyright held by author.
