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 Another long Morning

   Sven(tE) Feb 2004

   The clock struck 2 AM as the black stocking whistled past the front of
my face.  I discovered afterwards her scheming had led to a penny in the
toe to achieve the desired effect.  It was closely followed by the second
stocking.  Very pretty!  She now had my full attention.

   Believe me when I say full, I mean full: *all* of me was at attention.
She shimmied across the room towards me as, naked, I backed away.  The
divan caught the back of my legs about the same time she arrived at the
front.  Mesmerisingly her be-tasseled nipples were being shaken in a
strange, fascinating and distracting rhythm - so that's how she made the
tassels rotate in opposite directions.

   Having arrived she blew gently into my face.

   With nowhere left to go, helplessly I collapsed back onto the bed as she
followed me down.  First, draping the tassels across the pinnacle of my
obvious desire, then on until they reached the bridge of my nose.  She
moved up me, her knees now pinning my arms to the bed.

   Sighing gently she completed the journey as her sparsely furred quim was
placed delicately over my mouth and nose in a vain attempt to make an
airtight seal.  I attempted to break out by the delicate use of my tongue.

   Not too hard you understand...  some things have to be put up with.

   It looked like being another long morning ahead...  Sometimes there are,
how can I put it, 'compensations' to being married to a stripper who always
seems to come home horny.

   (C)Sven the Elder May 2004