<$BlogRSDURL$>

Viewing the local antiquities

 
 
Looking forward 


Game Angel has raised herself to a four-point stance, after I'd pulled her all the way down me, me all up her, then ground her bristly motte round my arched muscletensed holdingbreath belly:

Now only my tip touches her twatlips.

She puts her weight forward on her fingertips: squats: begins to reciprocate.

She knows me so well. She's gauged the distance: Her downstroke is soundless—Nimbly, she stops her butt short from a thwack on my thighs: soundless except for faint squelching, her sighs.

The one place our flesh touches: my juiced shiny piston, stainless: up down, in out, in out; disappearing, appearing.

Peekaboo.

I see you.

{290}


Tags: ; ; .

4 Comments:

Oh so cute. Heh.

The piston is relatively stationary, though, no? 'Tis the cylinder that moves, drives this engine.

DTG xxoo

By Anonymous Anonymous, at December 04, 2004 12:18 PM  

Your point?

By Blogger John Psmyth, at December 04, 2004 12:29 PM  

No point. Just an observation. A reflection upon the proceedings.

DTG xxoo

By Anonymous Anonymous, at December 05, 2004 7:53 AM  

Tweaked. I may return to it.

I like "proceedings." Ashbee uses "operation" in much the same way.

By Blogger John Psmyth, at December 05, 2004 9:06 AM  

Post a Comment

All characters and situations fictional. Copyright (c) 2003-2007 by "John Psmyth."
Creative Commons License
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License.

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours? Cunning Linguists Image hosted by Photobucket.com Blogarama - The Blog Directory Listed on BlogShares Listed on BlogsCanada

Where viewers come from:
Locations of visitors to this page
Auto-updated daily since 27-12-04

eXTReMe Tracker