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As an offering of peace she brought him cherries to sweeten the tense air. Plump black cherries mouthwateringly ripe, polished to perfection. 'Shall I come with my brimming bowl?' she asked. 'Shall we selfishly gorge in secret before they are over?' Desiring her sweetness he feathered her with kisses, dropped the blind against a flaming sun and callers- yielded to sweetness. Sweet her cherried fingers, sweet her skin, her lips, her tongue. She plied him with cherries, fed his desire stalk after stalk, the whole room burnished with passion. When twilight seeped in, they lay cherry - heavy, clinging to sweetness. 'The secret is ours, he teased, thoughts turned towards a handful of dropped, forgotten stones.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
The Pleasure of Cherries.
As an offering of peace she brought him cherries to sweeten the tense air. Plump black cherries mouthwateringly ripe, polished to perfection. 'Shall I come with my brimming bowl?' she asked. 'Shall we selfishly gorge in secret before they are over?' Desiring her sweetness he feathered her with kisses, dropped the blind against a flaming sun and callers- yielded to sweetness. Sweet her cherried fingers, sweet her skin, her lips, her tongue. She plied him with cherries, fed his desire stalk after stalk, the whole room burnished with passion. When twilight seeped in, they lay cherry - heavy, clinging to sweetness. 'The secret is ours, he teased, thoughts turned towards a handful of dropped, forgotten stones.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 1:10 PM UTC
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