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Subject: Popsicle
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A Fantasy/Memory

Sliding up your thigh, cold as a flame - you clench against the bonds,
then relax. You could tear them loose, but prefer the pretense of
helplessness. You wait, sightless, for my next touch. Your nether
lips, already full and hot from our other games, mouth me closer, 
so I glide the frozen tease gently over them. I can
almost hear them sizzle as you hiss and involuntarily pull away, then
with a chuckle of contentment tip your hips back up at me. But now
those
lips are bright and glistening, but cold, so I lick them warm 
with my hot tongue, and sup the delicious blend of tastes. 
Orange - more a colour than a flavour, memories of
childhood summer days, changed forever now. You push with pleasure
against my lips, so I pull back, then trail the frozen delight
past your navel, up your ribs - you pull again against your
restraints as your side shivers into goosebumps. And the same
anticipatory chill swirls into your nipples, already erect, pushing
them even higher. I slowly circle the left one, closer and closer,
with the softening, but still cold, popsicle. Gently stroke it,
as it reddens and hardens, then suck it into my warm mouth like a
frozen strawberry. 
Back down I slide, to your hips, as they gently, restlessly squirm. I
tease your clit, chill it, then suck it warm, chill it, suck it -
you're getting more impatient now, as your juices wash away the syrup.
So in goes the frozen dessert, quickly, and you catch your breath as I
twist it back and forth. Then it's softening, crumbling, I dig deep
with my tongue for my orange Slurpee, sucking it out with your juices,
all chilled and syrupy inside now. And suddenly I slide up and thrust 
right in with my hot cock - the contrast is too much for you, the
bonds are torn, your arms and legs wrapped around me as we both grasp
and
shake and shudder and jerk and quiver - and then subside into a series
of
mini-shivers, after-shocks, wrapped in our warmth.


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