Viewing the local antiquities

I'd loaded and set the automatic drip machine 
just before bed; now I hear the first steaming and gurgling and dripping, just when, clutching her tiny hips, I ease splurchy Lan down the engorged length of me: Opening her lips, splitting her entire body, she's so petite: The coffee smell tickles me fully awake, as I commence pushing her almost off me, pulling her onto me, all the way down me:

Like clockwork. Like yesterday morning.



Oh the joy of waking up next to someone. It sounds like you might miss that some.

By Blogger Jenn, at September 08, 2004 12:52 PM  

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