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The Breeze - a very brief sensual experience
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Subj : The Breeze
Satin flows over the ceiling and hangs down around the bed. The doors are
slightly open to the balcony, where satin dances to the shape of the wind. As
the breeze begins to move throughout the room, it forces the dormant room alive
with movement. Candles cast brilliant shadows, as though aroused by the music
of the wind.
I lay here alone, satin sheets wrapped around my body. The breeze finds its way
through my wall of satin and begins to work through my sheets. I feel the chill
slowly work its way up from each toe, crawling through my foot and up my leg,
lingering in my thigh. It causes me to stretch my body within the sheets,
feeling the pressure of the mattress against my breasts. I can feel the
moonlight embracing my body....
As I turn to lie on my back, the sheets confform to my movements, exposing parts
of my body to the night. A strong gust pushes through everything in its way and
forces itself under the sheets hiding my body. Running up my legs, it chill the
moistness between them, causing my body to tense and my back to arch. My nails
dig and tear through the surrounding material as my nipples harden and throb.
The sensation takes over my body and mind....
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