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Date Posted: 12:27:53 04/11/01 Wed
Author Host/IP: NoHost/24.66.94.142
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Suvena Sun
's message, "*Infra, Dearest Infra Red Inside*" on 17:28:10 04/09/01 Mon
*His transparent muzzle creeps almost greedily, yet so gently upon the apparent rise of her croup, his lips grasping, clutching the strands of white which fell into the path of his lips, the grasping hensiles which held the locks firmly, rolling them in tenderness against his tongue, only to drop their existence once more, the threads spatting lifelessly against her hock once more, until at long last a gust of tangy, savory wind licks her figure, tossing into lifefullness the ardent strands once more........ His lips press hard, cold against her flank, sharp, shocking, yet devious, the meet of the opposite thins of flesh grasping between them the protrudant tufts of fur which meet them, teasing, playing, grasping each as a child would a toy, tossing it gently in his mouth, and dropping the clutch as another oppertunity would arise..... His trail marked in obvious path, the neatly-layn road of tears, condensed deeply beneath the sleek coat which he lips, their presence marked by a darkened patch, dulled to grey, upon the ivory pelt, their mark, though, hardly felt, their gracefull sillhouettes striking with the weight of no more than a feather, their path post by the slither of their bodies down the protrudant jutt of his cheek, the tiny emotions, with so little importance, were yet the only things that gave way of his reality, the drops as rain from a cloud, filtering through the cracks in an old roof, but these, from nowhere at all, simply descending, materialized within the thin, revealing cloak of air, then falling, falling to mottle the ivory beauty.........* Sun... *His breathless speech drawls, slurred with the gentle rise of a smile, a smile which creeps upward along the rise, the contour of his lip, forcing the corners upward to grasp at the flat of his cheeks..........* I love you, m'love... I cannot tell you how thankful I am of your returning....... *His voice drains into a tinged whisper, fading away from the neutralized huff that it once was, falling into the taunting vacinity, rolling off his tongue with a breathless thrust that he prays would reach the cupped lobe of her delicate auricles which he knew so well................*
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