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ABC 123This one is also in response to a Writers Write group challenge. This one you had to write a sentence for every word of the alphabet. You ALSO had to use an increasing amount of words. So A has only one word, B has two, etc etc.Anyway, this one has ADULT CONTENT, so cover your eyes, kiddies. It's a little rude. Anatomy. Blindfolded now. Caresses with fingertips. Dipping the tongue shallowly. Ever so lightly it laps. First around the outside it trails. Gust of hot breath upon the moistness. Hardly touching, it traces and finally slips over. It starts tracing the letters of the alphabet, teasing. Just as it loops and licks, fingers travel and explore. Knowing full well how they send electric shivers down my spine. Lovingly, fingers tickle and pinch as the mouth relentlessly summons the alphabet. My back arches in an ode to the letters - I forget all else. Nothing in this world but that warm mouth and the grasping hands over me. "O," I gasp but it is not the right letter at all he tells me. "Please?" I murmur, barely making sense even to myself, begging for I'm not quite sure what. Quadruped I become as he flips me over onto my hands and knees, new sensations soon beginning. Rather suddenly, I feel a playful bite and a sharp little slap, and I unwillingly give a yelp. Slowly, the hands press my chest down, and I am left vulnerable and blind, wondering as to my fate. Trembling I wait, and then there it is suddenly - something warm sliding, toying with me, parting curtains for a peek. Underneath me it rests briefly as I feel hands moving onto my hips, and I bite my lip as they grasp. Velvet depths part as the visitor venerously plunges in, but somehow it is gentle and careful in its search for deeper closeness. Waldflute playing my flesh like an instrument, I curl back and scream the vowels of the alphabet while he drums me from within. Xylocarp between my loins, I cheat and tear the blindfold off, and he is too busy to notice me as I look down between. "Yes!" the cry escapes my throat before I have time to feel self-conscious, and he catches my eye, giving me another little slap and squeeze. Zabaglione erupts with a roar and I clench the blanket, losing myself into every inch and pulse, waves of pleasure undulating throughout and over us both. PS: Yes, as you can tell, I had fun writing this one. I didn't take it very seriously though. I mean, come on.. Zabaglione?! That's some sort of frothy custard!  Ahhh I'm glad I don't make attempts at writing scenes like this every day.
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