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   Cocoon by Uther Pendragon nogardneprethu@gmail.com

   MF

   "You taste wonderful."

   "Sean, that's the hot dog I ate, probably the mustard."

   "Well, you taste of mustard, but you also taste of Karen.  That's more
important."

   "You're so romantic.  Do you want me to open this?"

   "Really, I think we should move into the back seat first.  It's chilly
out there."

   "Well, I'll go.  You have the heater up high, though."

   "Yeah.  We have the car warm enough if we don't open the doors. 
Unfortunately..."

   . . .

   "Yeah.  It was chilly.  What are you doing with the door still open?"

   "Just scoot over and take the blanket with you.  I'm moving this seat as
far forward as it will go."

   "Okay, now you have lots of room.  It's still chilly."

   "Well, we have room now, if not lots of room.  Sit on my knees facing
me. Can you fit?"

   "It's still cold."

   "Okay, give me the blanket and I'll wrap it around you.  Now kiss me."

   "Mmm."

   "Mmm.  I love you."

   "I love you, too, but you're weird."

   "Don't you feel that we're in a cocoon together?  Tell me when you're
warm enough."

   . . .

   "Mmm.  I almost feel too warm now."

   "Then open your coat."

   "Want me to open my blouse, too?"

   "One of us should.  Now..."

   "Your hands are cold."

   "So breathe on them....  How about my lips?"

   "Mmm.  They're hot."

   "Well, *you* are hot.  Mmm.  Oh, Karen!"

   "Mmm.  Sean.  Mmm."

   "They stand out so sweetly.  I think they like me."

   "Well, your hands are still chilly."

   "Too chilly?"

   "No.  Somehow, they make me feel warm."

   "Well, if you're feeling chilly, let's use something warmer.  Mmm."

   "Oh, Sean."

   . . .

   "Are you ready?"

   "Do you have?..."

   "I wouldn't have asked otherwise.  Want to put it on?"

   "It's so hard underneath and so soft on the surface."

   "Well, it's always going to be hard when you have your hand on it.  What
do you expect?  Your touch is so sexy.  *You* are so sexy."

   "How can we?..."

   "Kneel on the seat, and let me slide forwards.  There.  Now, can you put
me in?"

   "Oh, Sean."

   "Slowly, love, slowly.  You are so smooth, so warm, so soft."

   "You, on the other hand are so hard....  Oh, there."

   "Now, darling.  You'll have to do the work.  Move as it feels best for
you."

   . . .

   "Oh!"

   "Karen!"

   . . .

   "Well, it's your mess."

   "I didn't complain.  You're a darling."

   "I feel hot, and no puns."

   "Okay.  Just don't open the blanket too much.  We've been sweating, and
I don't want you to take a chill."

   "Is that why you moved the seat so far forward?"

   "You mean to make room for my legs when we're like this?  'Fraid so.  Do
you enjoy being in a cocoon with me?"

   "Yeah, especially what we do in your cocoon."

   The end Cocoon by Uther Pendragon nogardneprethu@gmail.com 2012/05/21

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