missingjanet
June 30, 2005
I'll never stop wanting Janet.
She was a natural strawberry
blonde, blessed with a sprinkle of orange-red freckles that made her
glow.
Her nipples were long and langorous, but would rise to
rosy splendor when rolled gently between tongue and tooth.
Her panties encased an intriguiging bulge. Her soft pink cunt
lips were folded, almost like a discarded damask napkin. Soft blown
kisses stirred them, firming them into a blazing butterfly, shimmering
with lust dew. I pulled and teased and parted them, and my tongue
flicked out, searching for her growing love bud. Her hips rose, her
back arched, and she uttered a throaty moan.
Dear missingjanet,
Love it! Prominent protuberances of the basic female erogenous zones—like long nips, lips and clits—appeal not just to our erotic cravings, but to our sense for romantic beauty as well. Your lyrical description of your nostalgic memories illustrates this perfectly.
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