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Sonya says the Dostoevsky book I’m reading is a depressing read. Read something more joyful, she says, something less dark. She's laying on the bed in the Parisian hotel; her blonde hair spread on the pillow; her hands holding a book; her legs crossed at the ankles. I look at her book cover: Either/ Or. What's that book? Philosophy book; by Kierkegaard. Is that any more cheerful? Depends on what you mean by cheerful; it's not a bundle of laughs. She closes the book and place sit on the small table by the bed. Come lay here; forget the book. I put my book on the dressing-table by the window and lay on the bed. She uncrosses her legs and turns to face me. You need to lighten up; life is too short to spend time brooding on the dark elements. I look into her icy blue eyes; there's a new world there. Kiss me; hold me. I kiss her and hold her close; I sense her breathing on my cheek; her ******* nudging my chest; her hands running along my spine. How are you feeling? Fine, I say, feeling along her thighs, moving her skirt as I go. What do you feel? Excitement and warm. This is life; this is living; taking hold of the now and holding on to it. I sense my pecker stir; my eyes widen; I see her lips readying to kiss again. She kisses; no more words; no more lectures on life or living; just a time of taking and giving.
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
TAKING AND GIVING.
Sonya says the Dostoevsky book I’m reading is a depressing read. Read something more joyful, she says, something less dark. She's laying on the bed in the Parisian hotel; her blonde hair spread on the pillow; her hands holding a book; her legs crossed at the ankles. I look at her book cover: Either/ Or. What's that book? Philosophy book; by Kierkegaard. Is that any more cheerful? Depends on what you mean by cheerful; it's not a bundle of laughs. She closes the book and place sit on the small table by the bed. Come lay here; forget the book. I put my book on the dressing-table by the window and lay on the bed. She uncrosses her legs and turns to face me. You need to lighten up; life is too short to spend time brooding on the dark elements. I look into her icy blue eyes; there's a new world there. Kiss me; hold me. I kiss her and hold her close; I sense her breathing on my cheek; her ******* nudging my chest; her hands running along my spine. How are you feeling? Fine, I say, feeling along her thighs, moving her skirt as I go. What do you feel? Excitement and warm. This is life; this is living; taking hold of the now and holding on to it. I sense my pecker stir; my eyes widen; I see her lips readying to kiss again. She kisses; no more words; no more lectures on life or living; just a time of taking and giving.
A COUPLE IN PARIS IN 1973.
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terry-collett
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 1:39 PM UTC
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