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Absence of Light
by -L. Smith
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Chapter II, VI her legs made an m


“Dear Penthouse letters,
I never thought I would write you, but I had to share what happened to me. My girlfriend Catherine took me to France to study art. Catherine paints beautiful pictures. She has long blonde hair, and a lovely body. We were at the café and the French boys, and Lars all worshipped Catherine. Catherine asked me to go with her. We walked away from the café hand in hand. Her hand was very warm. She twirled me around into the alley, and kissed me. Catherine licked my lips after each kiss. Catherine kissed me lightly after each deep kiss. My breath came quick then, and quicker with each kiss. Catherine’s hand was on my belly, and she put her hand under my shirt and felt me up. Her fingertips massaged my breasts and nipples. Her fingers brought out my nipples.” Rachel sat in our red armchair. Her legs formed the letter ‘M.’ I hooked her knee over the arm of the chair. I kissed her thigh, and ran my finger down her thigh, and down to the instep of her foot. I held her foot in my hand and I massaged her foot, kissed her inner thigh, and fingered her.
“Catherine took me by the hand and we ran down the alley and made three lefts and the right to our hotel room.”
Rachel moaned then. Her voice went up when she said, “Room,” then higher. I kissed her lips, then I kissed her lips.
“Catherine kissed me deeply, and I raised my arms, and she took my shirt off. She kissed me all over and pushed me up against the wall. The plaster was cold against my bare back. Catherine warmed me with her kisses. She kissed me all over. Her hand massaged my thigh. She lowered my tights, and became electric when Catherine kissed me and her fingers found me and were inside of me. I felt myself moving up and down the wall, fucking Catherine’s fingers. She ran the fingers of her other hand through my hair.”
I rubbed and kissed Rachel.
“I came so hard,” Rachel said, and caught her breath. “I came,” she said and came. “I came so hard.” Her voice high and light, and then low. Rachel came again as I went down on her. “Signed, Honey Locust.”
Rachel breathed deep, and let her breath out.
“Should I send it in?”


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