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SEX Fantasies

CLICK HERE for HARDCORE TEEN SEX CLUBS December Fantasy, A I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchimagine.... I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchit's early December; you're at my house. We've just finished a quiet lunch; you're on your way back to work. You put away your lunch things, stop in the bathroom and give your hair a quick brush. We walk down the hall; you stop at the head of the stairs to look out the window. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi come up behind you and put my arms around your waist, hug you close to me. You gaze at the blanket of snow on the ground and murmur, "It's lovely. We never did...." Your moist breath frosts the window pane. Your voice trails off. "I know, we never did. Never enough time. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchin a hurry?" "Make me late?" I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi slide my hands up from your waist and caress your breasts lightly through your sweater. You arch your back, pressing your rapidly erecting nipples against my palms. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi feel the sweater catching on the lace of your bra. Your purse and lunch bag hit the floor with a dull thud; you cup your hands over mine and press them hard against your breasts. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi bend down slightly, to nuzzle your neck. The faint perfume of your hair tickles my nose; the scent of soft, clean skin excites me. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi feel myself starting to harden. You press back against my hips, wriggling to center my hardening cock in the crack of your ass. You drop your hands, reach behind and grab my hips, pull me hard against you. You whisper, "I can feel your heat." My hands speak my answer, massaging your breasts through your sweater. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi cup and release, dragging the knit fabric across the lace that covers your nipples, catching the erecting buds between finger and thumb. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi pinch them lightly, drawing them out, teasing them to full erection. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi move forward with my lips, nibbling along your neck, rising up to your chin. Your breath is soft and sweet, and as warm as a spring afternoon. Our lips meet, catch, and join together. Your honey sweet tongue slips into my mouth, teasing at my teeth, fencing with my tongue. My consciousness starts to slide away as my being centers on the sensations of your body. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi slide my hands down your breasts and torso, fingers counting ribs, until my fingertips stutter across the waistband of your skirt. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi press firmly against your hips as my hands descend, tracing a path down your thighs. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi draw my hands up again, the fabric of the skirt bunching and riding up your thighs as my hands journey in toward your groin. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi cup your mons with both hands and massage it gently through the cloth. "I can feel your heat, too." I release the skirt, hear the soft swish as the cloth slides across your skin. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi pull your sweater free of your skirt and my hands start their slow journey upward, sliding between sweater and skin. My fingers pause; I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi caress your navel with my fingertips, luxuriating in the feel of the satin of your skin under my hands again. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi linger for only a moment, then resume my search. Up further, and I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi find the fabric of your bra, drawn tight across your chest by your arched back and jutting breasts. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi draw my fingers along the line of fabric, my hands brushing against the underside of your breasts. You stiffen slightly at the contact. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi reach up a little more, cup your breasts through your bra. The lace, coarse next to your skin, nips at my palms as I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi massage and squeeze your flesh. You relax into the caressing; your nipples pop over the top of the demi-bra. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi slide my palms slowly up and down, drawing them across your nipples. The contrast of soft breast, erect nipple, and coarse lace excites me further; my prick jerks against you and you grind your hips against me in response. My stroking is beginning to affect you; your breathing deepens and you relax back into my arms. The fabric tightens and loosens with each breath; I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi wait till you exhale, then quickly lift the cloth up above your tits, feeling the bottom edge skip over your nipples. My hands are now cupping soft, warm, bare flesh. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi try to pull you closer to me, but can't, we are already almost melded. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi draw my hands outward, dragging the finger tips across the sensitive underside of your breasts, and you rise up in excitement, breaking our prolonged kiss. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi caress inward again, dragging my nails lightly across your skin, tweak your nipples between thumb and finger, then slide my hands down across your tummy again. When they reach the waistband of your skirt, my hands begin a slow search along the line of cloth. They find the button that secures your skirt, and my fingers deftly fail to pilot the button through the treacherous buttonhole. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi curse softly, and hear you giggle in response. I silence you with another kiss, and try again to feed the elusive button back through the errant hole. Success! I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi slide my hands under the now slack material, across the elastic and soft cotton of your briefs. Fingers extended, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi home in on the warmth between your thighs. You spread your legs slightly; I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi slide my fingers between them, along the cotton, to come to rest on either side of your labia. "You're soaked," I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi whisper. I begin to stroke your cunt lips through the cotton. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi can smell the aroma of your excitement; the scent is making me high. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi draw one finger across the center of your panties, the cloth presses up into your wet slit, sliding easily across your flesh. You moan softly. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi draw my hands out of your skirt and step back. You start to protest, stop as I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi kneel down and turn you to face me. I drop my hands to your ankles and stroke my way up your legs, lifting your skirt, exposing thighs and panties to my view. Your excitement is evidenced by the dark, spreading stain on the crotch of your panties. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi drop my glasses on the floor, lean forward and nip your clitoris, lightly, through the cotton. You take the hem of your skirt in hand and hold it against your belly. Leaning back, your ass against the window sill, you spread your legs wider. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi stroke one finger across your crotch, feeling the slick moisture coat my finger. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi pull your panties aside with one hand. Your labia are swollen and red; your clitoris peeks shyly from between them. Your cunt is pouting and beautiful; it glistens with the moisture of love. Tongue out, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi press my face between your legs, reaching as far back as I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi can. Slowly, gently, I lick forward across the surface of your lips, savoring the scent and taste of your sweet juice. As my tongue reaches the front of your slit, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi press up and in, parting your pussy, exposing your clit. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi press the tip of my tongue up into the clitoral hood, licking slowly back and forth across the sensitive nub. You respond with a long sigh, and slowly rock your hips forward and back, your movement enhancing my tongue's actions. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi purse my lips and suck your clit gently into my mouth, spreading the hood with soft pressure from my teeth. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi flick my tongue across your clit, sometimes soft and slow, sometimes faster and harder. Then caressing it with wet, slow licks - but always changing tempo and pressure. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi stop my roving tongue and begin to suck rhythmically, as though nursing at your breast. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi feel your hand against the back of my head, urging and encouraging. My tongue picks up the tempo of my lips, pressing in and flicking across your clitoris, skipping up over the lip of the hood. My free hand slides up between your legs, up the back of your thigh, to cup and caress the firm globe of your ass. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi extend my thumb between your cunt lips, slide it slowly back and forth. You open under the gentle pressure; my thumb slips easily into your warm pussy. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi keep an even tempo now, softly sucking lips and darting tongue counterpointed by sliding thumb. You spread your legs still wider and press down against my hungry mouth, as though you would encompass me, draw me whole into your womb. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi slide my thumb out of its warm, wet haven, and cover your entire cunt with my mouth. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi suck your labia into my mouth, now nipping lightly, now drawing them across the edge of my teeth with soft suction. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi feel your ass cheeks clench beneath my hand; I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi feel the wave of your impending climax ripple through the muscles in your belly. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi slide my tongue into your waiting body, savoring the taste of you. The walls of your cunt contract, as though to hold me there forever, a willing and loving prisoner. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi carefully bring my teeth to bear against your now too-sensitive clitoris, letting the motion of your hips slide the nubbin across my teeth. Your breath is coming harder and faster; another soft moan escapes your lips. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi fuck you faster with my tongue, glorying in the warmth, wetness, and taste of your cunt. The spasms in your thighs and buttocks signal the start of your climax, and I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi thrust my tongue deeply into you, pressing hard up against you with my mouth. As the first wave of the orgasm sweeps through you, you press my face even harder against you and your thighs clamp viselike around my head. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi feel your vaginal walls contract and ripple, milking my tongue-prick, drawing me deeper. I am caught in the maelstrom of your orgasm, overwhelmed by the taste, and smell, and feel of your cunt. As the juices of your climax overflow and soak my face, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi explode, my climax triggered by the energy of yours. Drawing life and sustenance from your pulsing, hot orgasm, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi am transported. The shudders slowly subside; the tremors end. Too soon, our swift climaxes sweep away. Your eyes sweep past my face, fasten on the spreading dark stain on my jeans. You smile and giggle, "I made you come in your pants!" I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi smile and nod. "How could I not?" My beard and mustache are saturated with your cum; your briefs have absorbed all they can hold. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi slip them back over your dripping cunt, watch the wetness seep through and cling to the cotton. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi caress your thighs, slide my hands up to stroke your ass. Slipping fingers under the waistband, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi gently pull the sodden panties down, see them peel away from you. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi slide them slowly down your thighs, past your knees, to your ankles. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi lift one foot through, then the other. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi lean forward and sweep my tongue across your slit once again, as my hands begin a slow journey upward. Forward and back, slowly, gently, seeking every drop of precious nectar. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi pause to tickle the hollow behind your knee, then slide my hands back up to cup your ass. My tongue snakes insistently between your swollen lips, but finds no more ambrosia. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi feel your hands on my head, pushing me away, but still I seek. I am loath to leave this Eden. You persist; I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi yield. My hands drop to my side. "All clean?" you ask. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi nod. You stand up, release the hem. Your skirt drops to cover you again. "You missed a spot." "Where?" You turn away, reach down and raise the back of your skirt. Dancer's legs - muscular calves, velvet thighs, beautifully rounded buttocks, all exquisitely sculpted in flesh - are slowly exposed to my hungry eyes. The slow tease, the smell of you in my beard, and the sight of the swollen labia my tongue so recently enjoyed - these all combine to excite and arouse me once again. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi feel my cock hardening again, sliding in my cum soaked jeans. You lift your skirt above your ass, and spread your legs. You lean forward, your labia opening like a flower in bloom, your cheeks spreading to expose your anus. "Right there, in the center." I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi scoot forward between your legs, and raise my face to your groin again. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi slide my tongue between your lips again, licking back across the perineum, then back into your cunt. "Higher." Willingly, joyously, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi slide my tongue out of its haven and trace my way back, up the crack of your ass. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi stop just short of your anus and withdraw my tongue. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi reach up, cup your buttocks with my hands, and caress and massage the firm globes. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi tongue the small of your back, just above your ass, then press your cheeks together and draw my tongue down the tight crevice. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi draw your cheeks apart with my palms, flick my tongue across the tight ring of your asshole. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi circle it, teasingly, savoring the sharp, tangy taste. Slowly, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi draw the tip of my tongue across it; you press back in answer. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi spread your cheeks more, push my mouth up to cover your asshole. I suck at it gently, moistening it with my lips and caressing it with my tongue. With each touch of my tongue, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi feel you tense and relax, anticipating the pressure. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi center my tongue on the puckered rosebud, press gently inward. You resist momentarily, then the sphincter relaxes and the tip of my tongue enters. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi slide back out and run my tongue around your anus once again. Then I press against it gently, entering more easily this time. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi carefully stroke in and out - slowly, easily, penetrating just a little further. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi pull out and rim you again, only to return and press back through your now relaxed and welcoming asshole. Encouraged, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi press a little harder, a little faster. Now I'm fucking you with my tongue, sliding in and popping out. There's no resistance to my entry, my tongue slides freely into your tight, wet ass. You sigh softly and bend over further, pressing back against my face. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi quicken my pace, staying inside you now. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi pause, pull my tongue just outside you. You push back against me, and I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi meet the pressure with a slow, steady thrust, against the barrier and through again. You squeeze my tongue with your ass, pulling me in as far as I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi can reach. I stop and wait, feeling your muscles relaxing again around their lingual visitor. Your anus relaxes once more; you begin rocking your hips gently. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi catch your tempo, sliding in and out at your pace. Slow, long, firm strokes in and out of you. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi massage and knead the muscles of your ass with my hands, bring one hand in between your thighs. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi press up with my thumb, parting your lips again, entering you deeply. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi press a fingertip against your clitoris, flicking softly across it in time with my tongue. The sensations are overwhelming me again - your vaginal walls rippling against my thumb, the soft/hard nub of your clit under my finger, the rhythmic clenching of your ass and the taste of you on my tongue. As my excitement mounts, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi speed up, thrusting my tongue faster and harder, deep in your ass. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi hear your breathing speeding up; almost gasping you say, "No - too fast, too hard." I've lost your tempo; I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi slow down, ease up, wait to feel the rhythm of your hips. Ah, got it. Slower, smoother, not so jerky, easy gentle rhythm. "Mmmm, yes. That's it." I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi synchronize with your movement, still thrusting deeply, tongue and thumb alternating thrusts, finger playing lightly over your clitoris. "Right there. Slowly. Deeper. Ohhh, yes." I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi concentrate on your responses, feeling the interplay of muscles in your cunt and ass, trying to balance and tune the pressures and tempos. This is my heaven - the textures of your flesh, the smell and the taste of you - I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi could dwell Akira Watasee forever, my tongue fucking your ass and my thumb fucking your cunt, feeling your excitement swell and crest. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi'm getting lost in the sensations again, and am unprepared for your sudden thrust down. You draw me fully inside, and I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi am trapped deep in you by the grasping muscles as you climax again. This orgasm is not as intense as the first; you recover quickly. You pull slowly away from my face, slipping my tongue out of your ass. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi lick across your wet asshole one last time. You reach down and take the hand that still caresses your cunt and press it hard against you before withdrawing it slowly. You release my hand; your skirt drops to cover you once more. "Stand up." I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi rise and embrace you from behind, kiss the back of your neck. You reach behind and squeeze my still-hard cock through the wet fabric of my jeans. You release it and whisper, "I want you." I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi step back, unsnap the waist of my jeans, unzip the fly and start to slide them down, but you say, "No. Leave them. Fuck me now." I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi raise your skirt, tuck the material into the waistband. You lean forward, legs spread, one hand on the window sill. The other hand reaches back between your legs, waiting for my cock. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi slide my jeans and shorts down just below my ass and step forward, my prick between your legs, my hands on your hips. You take me in hand and stroke yourself with the head of my cock. It slips easily between your wet lips, back and forth. You press it briefly against your clit, then center it. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi press forward slowly, relishing the feel of you surrounding me. Penetrating slowly, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi stop before I reach your cervix. Your hand finds my balls, you push back against me and pull on them gently, till the head bumps against the mouth of your womb. You put your hand on the window sill, bracing yourself, pressing back. "Stay there. Don't move yet." I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi press my hips hard against your ass, slide my hands up under your sweater to cup your breasts. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi lean forward to kiss your neck and nibble on your ear. "You feel so good, so hot and wet," I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi whisper. I nuzzle your neck, sucking at the tendons at the base. The light from the sun on the snow outside highlights your hair; you are radiantly beautiful. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi pinch your nipples between my fingers, and you whisper, "Now." I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi slide my cock back out of your cunt, until I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi feel your labia against the head. I stop, and slide back in. Rippling velvet walls grip and release me, encouraging me. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi bump lightly against your cervix, and withdraw again. There is no sound except our breathing and the moist, gentle sucking of my prick inside you. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi pull completely free, feel cool air on my cock, and press back inside. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi twirl your nipples between my fingers, feeling them erect again. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi slide my cock out again, leaving just the head inside you, and I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi pause. You press back, driving me in again, and I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi pinch your nipples. Your ass slaps against my hips; I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi bite at the base of your neck, eliciting a soft moan. I slide my hands down from your breasts to your hips, scoop your skirt out of the way and reach down to caress your cunt. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi finger your clitoris gently, then slide two fingers back to press your labia around the shaft of my cock as it pumps in and out. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi slide them forward, catching at your clitoris with a fingertip, then press it back firmly. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi have it trapped, and massaging it mercilessly between fingertip and prick, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi strive to push you to another crest. I pull back for yet another thrust, and suddenly you're gone! My rigid cock bobs freely in the air as you spin, grab my shirt front, yank it open. The flying buttons land and clatter softly down the stairs. You hiss, "I want to see your eyes when you come." Leaning back against the sill, you lift your skirt and spread your legs. I step up to you, bend my knees, and guide my prick between your cunt lips. With one smooth stroke, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi bury myself as deeply inside you as I can go. I grab the bottom of your sweater, pull it up across your breasts. Bending forward, still fully hilted, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi grab one nipple with my lips, lash it with my tongue. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi give it one hard nip and pull away as my hands seek out your ass; I grab you and lift you to me. You wrap your arms around my neck, your legs around my waist. Our mouths come together, and you brand me with your tongue and lips and teeth. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi feel your nipples, hard and hot, rubbing against my chest as I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi raise and lower you on my cock, pumping hard, fast, and deep. As your nipples slide across mine, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi feel the tightening in my balls, the fluttering in my gut that signals the start of my climax. Eyes closed, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi break the kiss and moan, "Oh, god, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi'm going to come." "No, not yet, not till I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi say. You can't come till I tell you. If you come before I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi tell you, you'll have to do it over." The distraction works; I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi suppress a snicker and open my eyes to look at you. You're grinning, but I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi see a glassy hint of impending orgasm in your eyes. "Relax your arms and legs a bit," I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi tell you, "drop down just a little." As you do, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi let you slide away from me and then swing back. Still driving in and out, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi say, "Look down." You follow my gaze down to our parting and rejoining hips; you can see my cock driving almost horizontally into you, disappearing below the curls of your pubic hair. We both stare, mesmerized, at the hard shaft pistoning in and out. Each time my cock comes into view, it drags smoothly across your clit; as I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi penetrate you again, the hood closes, like a winking eye. Our universe contracts until it contains nothing but my cock sliding over your clit and deep into you, the constant friction of shaft on clit, the pressure of my hands on your ass, and the warmth of skin on skin. We increase the pace; the slap of skin on skin echoes off the bare walls of the stairwell. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi feel your juices flowing hot around my shaft, running down to my balls and cooling. The tension in my groin mounts. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi look into your eyes and see my lust reflected there. Your face is contorting as your crisis looms, you're almost there now. "Come with me, Kitten. Come while I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi fuck you." I punctuate my words with energetic thrusts. The walls of your cunt ripple and contract, "Now, Kitten, now!" I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi feel my muscles contract with the first wave of my climax, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi block it and hold it, draw you hard to me, crushing chest against chest in one last, deep thrust. Your cunt grabs and crushes me, overpowers my will. The universe contracts to a single, white-hot point of throbbing cock in convulsing cunt, then expands infinitely outward as we explode together. ================================================= Short lifetimes later, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi come back into myself. I am still holding you to me, buried inside you; you are still wrapped around me, engulfing and gripping. My cheeks are wet; I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi'm crying from the power of our release. Your head rests on my shoulder; I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi cradle you and cuddle you. I turn, step carefully out of the jeans that hobble me, and walk slowly down the hall, moving cautiously to keep me inside you. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchinto the bathroom, where I carefully lift you from my cock and set you on your feet. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi unzip your skirt, let it drop to the floor, peel off your sweater and unfasten your bra. As you lean against the counter, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi kiss your lips gently. I wet a face cloth with hot water, kneel down and wipe away the semen streaming down your thighs. Slowly, carefully, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi lave your swollen, tender labia. I set aside the cloth and kiss your clitoris once, softly, then lift you up and seat you on the counter. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi rinse out the cloth again, and gently sponge off your breasts, pressing the hot cloth against your still erect nipples. Your breathing is softer and more regular now, you open your eyes. You reach out, pull me to you, and our lips meet in a soft, sweet, prolonged kiss. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi pull away, and whisper, "I love you." You slide off the counter and into my arms; for long moments we stand, embracing. You sit on the toilet to expel the last of my semen; I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi bend over and steal another kiss. You take the cloth and slowly clean me. Then you spank me once and say, "Go get dressed, I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi'm late for work." I cross the hall, and go into the bedroom. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi emerge from the bedroom, clothed once again, to find you dressed, standing in front of the mirror, brushing your hair. You set down the brush and step out of the bathroom. Hand in hand, we walk down the hall. You stop at the head of the stairs, bend down and pick up your purse and your lunch bag. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi pick up your wet panties, saying, "I don't think you want to wear these. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchi'll keep them for a while." You smile. I come up behind you and put my arms around your waist, hug you close to me. You gaze out the window at the blanket of snow on the ground and murmur, "It's lovely...." Copyright 1989 by Mark A. Foster This work may be re-distributed freely. I,Akira Watase,Akira Kiuchit may not be sold. --