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Subject: New Short Story: Honeymoon Summer by Hawk Richards
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your reaction or critique. Flames will be ignored. I have asbestos
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Honeymoon Summer
By Hawk Richards
July 15, 1997
Two bodies lay intertwined in a huddled mass. She had fallen asleep
on her husband's shoulder, and he bravely bore the weight of the
delicate head, blond, pale-complexioned, eyes clenched shut. Twisting
his torso, he gently repositioned himself to gain access to her
beauty.
"Too hot to sleep," he thought.
Too aroused by her appearance also, and often surprised by his new
bride's effect upon him. It had only been a month since they were wed
in a brilliantly festive July wedding. He had now tasted the joys of
marriage first hand and craved more. His hunger and love for the
petite, young woman, who was clasping onto his arm during a passionate
sleep, had begun at first sight. Even after a night of restless bed
rest and play, she was a portrait of loveliness, a natural beauty. He
let his eyes wander across her body. A veiled shred of light
illuminated her ivory skin until it glowed on her slight perspiring
form.
Without waking her, he disengaged himself from her sleeping embrace.
The flimsy bed cover fell to the floor because he had shuffled his
body down careful not to jostle the bed too much. His hands wandered
over her flesh. Barely touching her skin, he ran his hands over her
breasts and across her stomach to her slim thighs. A sudden moan
startled him, but she had not awakened. With some coaxing her legs
spread, this widened his view of her bare sex.
A quiver ran through her body as his tongue found her treasure.
Parting her legs further for better access, his face dove in deeper to
taste her essence. His tongue caused her to moan and gyrate her hips.
"Oh!" whispered the young woman as though faced with an indecent urge.
He knelt up onto his knees directing his hard member towards her tiny
juncture. She turned her head a little on the pillow and watched him
through her slit eyes. Her small and delicate features held a look of
passion, lust and most of all love.
"It's so big! I can't believe that it even fits," he thought.
He noticed the contrast between his large penis and her tight hole.
The light, flowing out from behind the curtains, spilled onto her
glistening fleece, and made every contour of the pink lips apparent,
exaggerating the moisture and the labia swollen by his gentle
ministrations. A few blond hairs, above the clam-like treasure, all
curled in the same direction, like sparse blades of grass in the rain,
and the pouting genital mouth, whose valleys and curves had been just
been tasted, gleamed, coated with transparent droplets of his spittle.
The sound of the interstate pierced the silence with a shrillness of a
deadened hum. The look of determination on his face did not leave,
but his penis, engorged by lust, reared and throbbed with each beat of
his heart. Her body got tense and waited in an indecent pose. She
was ready for battle.
With a dueling swiftness, he made the first move. Stabbing gently at
her exposed petals, he slowly sank deeper into her inner depths. Her
breathing became ragged and shallow with each calculated thrust. She
fought hard to control her movements, so she could become one with his
power.
Her face contorted with each pleasurable thrust. He could feel her
exhale onto his neck as he gently bit her shoulder in a nibbling kiss.
Her flesh tasted like vanilla. He supported his weight on his strong
arms and let their hips unite time and time again. Pounding gently,
he began to feel her tense and release with each wave of her orgasm.
Her cunt milked his member with each contraction. He couldn't take it
anymore and was overcome by orgasm.
He wondered if she could feel the hot torrents of juice shoot into her
womb in sequenced bursts. Her face betrayed her feelings and
contorted into a passionate grimace only an orgasm could make. Slowly
they fell back down from the passionate climax like two descending
leaves from an old maple tree. They fell down, down, and down, until
they were again able to have cognitive thought instead of raw
instinct.
Embracing her he whispered in an exhausted voice, "I love you."
"I love you."
--
Hawk Richards
Heminway@epix.net
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