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Touching
It's touching, and strange, to follow a reader through stats. You click here, here, and here; and I've touched you there, there, and there. A mutual path across a body we share. What we know, we have touched; what we feel, we must guess or infer. "What are you thinking," she asked me while I was sucking her nipples, amazed at their puffiness. The answer, then, was, I'm not thinking anything, except what to do next. Should I go for the panties? Although, a moment ago, I'd wondered if her nipples were hurting her, they were so big. But I couldn't say that. {NA} 5 Comments:"What are you thinking"...I have been asked them many, many times by many partners. Is it the way my face looks, or just my eyes? Am I that far away? Are they so deep they start getting lost in them? I truly am thinking of nothing, nothing but the moment, the senses I am experiencing. Just that... By Trishymouse, at July 04, 2004 11:28 AM
Were you following me through your stats? I was stumbling along, trying to find a place where your writing didn't feel like a scalpel. I'm still looking.
Well, the stats don't enable me to follow anyone personally. And at this point, since I don't have many readers, it's easy to see a single reader click from story to story. By John Psmyth, at July 05, 2004 11:57 AM
Scalpel, you.....the surgical cut. Deft and sure. Close to the bone. Too close to the nerve for comfort.
I am trying for "deft and sure" as you say - "Omit needless words" (Strunk) - but I'm not trying to slash anyone open, or choke them, though of course the reader may experience or project effects I'm not trying for, which would be a failure of self-awareness or modulation on my part, no doubt. By John Psmyth, at July 05, 2004 2:46 PM All characters and situations fictional. Copyright (c) 2003-2007 by "John Psmyth."
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