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 This is a work of fantasy.  It is not about real people, and if it is, its
not what they would do.(not that you are likely to know them anyway).  If
you are under 18, go away, since I don't like to get in trouble.  If you
are turned off by perversion, what are you doing at asstr?  In other words,
go away.  If none of this applies to you, great!  Read on!  Have fun!  Let
me know what you like!  Oh, and I work hard on my writing...so guess what?
Its mine.  That's right boys and girls...its copyrighted...so if you want
it?  Just ask- we'll talk.
Note:

   Dear friends, fans and readers, Well, this is more like an exercise than
an actual story.  It sounded like a good thing to write at the time, but
that time was when I had strep for the third time (yes, you read that
right) and I had a temperature of 102.  So please take it as you will. 
Thanks!

   Dryad
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   The Art of the Kiss

   His lips breathe softly over hers; the merest hint of a touch.  They do
not linger, but pull back, so his eyes could gaze into her faraway eyes. 
She smiled slowly, leaning into him.  Their lips connected, embraced,
teasing--nuzzling lightly.  His tongue flicked out to trace the sensuous
outline of her lip.  Her own tongue flicked out to meet his own, tempting
him further.  He pulled back his tongue, closing his lips.  He taunted her
unmercifully, making her moan slightly.  She leaned further into him,
greedy for his kiss.  Languorously, he nuzzled, softly brushing his lips.
Her mouth opened in reflex, silently begging for a more intimate attention.
With a low moan, his tongue entered her softly.  He flicked at her own
tongue, before exploring her upper palate, her teeth, her cheek.  Slowly he
made his way around, languidly.  Her arms wrapped around his neck, as her
chest pressed into his.  She did her best to entice him, to draw him
further, but he held back.  She whimpered in need, and he smiled into her
lips.  His actions became more energetic.  Teeth nipped at her lips, before
suckling on her tongue, pulling it into his mouth.  She returned the
heightened ardor, nipping on his own lip, sucking it into her mouth before
releasing it.  As he did, his hands roamed lightly over her back, caressing
her before pulling her even closer to him.  She leaned into him eagerly,
their tongues rolling over the other's like acrobats at play.  They
exchanged breath.  Fingers tightened on each other's bodies.  They pulled
apart slowly, smiling.
   copyright Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com) 2002