jujubee

A Thanksgiving Story:
I saw you across a crowded room. Among all the others that
were there, The lights seemed to shine down on you alone. I
knew then I had to have you for my own.

Willingly, you came with me to my home. From the car, I
carried you & threw the door.


Looking at you, I admire your body, your well shaped legs,
and breasts. Slowly I remove what wraps, around your body so
tightly, fitting you like a glove. Exposing your tender white
skin.


From your neck I remove your charms, and carry you off in my
arms, to the warm water that awaits.


The water cascades down your neck, flowing over your soft
breasts then, making your legs glisten with wetness. Droplets
of water cover your taut skin.


My hands rub your body, ummmm running them threw the beads
of water. Making them trickle down off your body.


I place my fingers inside you. You are warm and moist, so
ready. I carry your still dripping body, to a laying place,
so that I can put inside you what was well prepared to enter
you before we even came through the door.


As soon as I lay you down your legs spread open wide. You
are ready now and so am I.


I put a little in slowly at first, getting a feel for how
much you can take in.


I put in more, you take it willingly. In anticipation,
faster and faster I put it in, pushing it in deeply as far as
I can, until I can't put any more in, you are so tight. With
your legs wrapped tightly, not wanting to release any of it,


I make you so hot for a very long time, until your sweet
juices escape from within. Then I taste you, with my tongue
at first, your skin is so soft and tender.


I taste more of you with my mouth, you are so hot and moist,
you taste so good.


Your juices coating my mouth, making me drool in
anticipation of eating you more, with every taste.


"Oh yes", I say to you,


I must say Grace "Thank God for Butterball turkey.... Amen"