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cock in my mouth at will.
    God, you taste good! You pull away, then come close. You dip a little and let me kiss it, let me take it in my mouth once
     more, and each time retreat again. I moan my frustration.
    You kiss down to one of my nipples and take it in your mouth. You pull, suck, and roll it around in your mouth for a few minutes.
     Then you do the same to the other nipple. Down you move to my belly, where you kiss and suck on my belly button. Now you go
     lower, kissing all along my hip line, from one side to the other. Each sucking kiss makes me squirm, it tickles so!
    I moan and spread my legs farther apart as an invitation. Happily, you accept. Slowly, oh so slowly, you kiss down and around
     my lower mound, along my hairline, and tickle my tip with your tongue. I let out a small cry. You plunge your tongue deep,
     drinking in my juice all at once. You suck hard and passionately.
    I cry and raise my hips for you to push in farther. As you are sucking on me, you slide a finger in my forbidden zone. Mmm,
     that feels great! Then you insert another finger, continuing to suckle while you probe my depths. Finally you land on my ecstasy
     button, which you massage wildly, all the while still sucking on me.
    I feel myself falling into a warm, dark, inviting tunnel, telling me that I’m ready to come again. You read this from my moans
     and slight shudder and retreat again.
    Positioning your head over my breasts, you kiss and suck on each nipple again. You kiss up me to my lips. Now our lips touch—just
     touch, not kissing—and you whisper that you’re going to take me as your own now and make us one. Then you press your lips
     firmly on mine. As our tongues make love, you plunge your manhood deep in me. We both cry out.
    Plunge after plunge, you move slowly and firmly, pausing at each deepest point. You speed up and keep thrusting. After a while,
     you pull all the way out and tell me to turn on my tummy. I do, positioning myself facedown, bent-kneed, with my legs spread
     slightly apart and my bottom in the air.
    You dive—deep, hard, and fast. I cry while arching up and backward. Thrust after thrust, speeding up and slowing down, you
     dive deep, as deep as you can go, holding my hips and pulling me to you firmly.
    You lean over me, put your hand on my throat, pull me backward, up toward you, and kiss the back of my neck as you thrust
     a few more times. Then you reach around and hold my breasts with both hands, pulling me to you with each thrust, nuzzling
     my hard nipples with your palms. It feels sensational, rocking back and forth with each other.
    You move your hands back to my hips to guide me firmly to you again. I reach down and back between my legs as best I can and
     tug lightly on your balls while you thrust deep. You let out a low moan. On your out stroke, I wrap my fingers around your
     cock, so that you’re now gliding through them on the in stroke, spreading my lips slightly for fuller penetration.
    You quicken your thrusts, and with a dozen or so more of them finally shudder, cry out, and fill me with your cream.
    We fall to the bed and breathe as one for a few moments, while we catch our breath. You roll off me, and I roll over onto
     my side, with my back facing you. You roll up behind me and reach around to cup one of my breasts, and we fall asleep, our
     desires spent, deep in each other’s love.
    —L.R., New Orleans, Louisiana
     

What Except Romance Would You Expect in a Mountain Cabin?
    You arrive at a cabin in the mountains. Inside on a table you find two glasses and a bottle of expensive wine, along with
     a note (with lipstick kisses!) telling you to follow the rose petals up the stairs, bringing the wine and glasses with you.
    Climbing the stairs, you can’t help but wonder what awaits. What is she wearing? Is her hair pulled up, or is it down? Is
     she lying in bed or in a bath filled with bubbles? You open the bedroom door and see me standing across the room, wearing
     a