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Snow Day

Snowed in

Relaxed
Reading poetry on the couch

Sipping a hot cup of tea
With lemon

Slowly
Dozing off to sleep

Suddenly you feel
A warm
Tingling sensation
In your nipples

Rubbing in a circular motion
Your areolas start to grow
Sending oxytocin to your brain
Alerting your finger
To descend to your now throbbing clitoris

As you find your way
Down your body

Temperature elevating

To your surprise
Your hand finds my head
As you were searching for your
dripping wet
Succulent
Aching to be satiated Quim

Suddenly you feel my arms
Under your legs
Pulling you closer
As I dine on your deliciousness

As I lick
You twitch
Then you relax and enjoy
Every movement of my tongue
You ride the wave
Deeper and deeper
As you grab my head
I caress your breast
As you hold on for dear life
Until you...

Release!

A wave of passion
Satisfying satisfaction
Runs down your legs as you tremble

Suddenly
You realize you�re all alone

You open your eyes
To see it was all a dream

And...

That you now need to clean your couch