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.


I see you.


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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  

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