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What we are doing is what so many creative people do naturally. We are living life, enjoying life with and for each other, painting on the canvas of our lives, with complete freedom or fear of failure, because of several things. We know each other very well, we love each other, and most of all trust that what we are creating is out of love and adoration. And doing it to the most intimate possible, improving on that canvas every day. And that Sweetheart is the creative nature in us. As you paint bamboo hundreds of times over and over again, each time trying to bring out something more. As me with my drawings, each time trying to put something more into it. I see your naked little body before me, and it is as a whole new canvas to explore. Whether it is when we are together, or just in my mind. That cute little naked body is the canvas upon which I find more feelings and thoughts to explore and “paint” upon you better and with more love and lust than the last. The simplicity of your panties. With sensuous words, or erotic acts, did I paint them damp, moist, wet, soaking, drenched, dripping? The most sensual and loving act of spreading your sweet thighs before me. Gently one at a time, by my hands firmly on your thighs, spreading to part as opening a satin curtain, or spreading to part, as entering the parting curtain? Whether from here with words, or with you with actions, it is the same. That all the senses are awakened, acute and tuned to the naked little Sweetie before me. That I can see your pulse racing, you tasty nipples coming erect, the flush of pink in your face, the moisture and warmth in the palms of your hands increase, which I feel as you fondle my cock, and I can tell immediately. The slight heated moisture which begins on your inner thighs, and then the glistening as little beads on moisture begin on the pink soft flesh of your pussy. And each gentle step closer, the moisture increases, the little ripples of sensitive flesh within as I part your pussy lips to pass my tongue over these. I can feel every motion on the flat of my tongue as these ripples begin to get more and more sensitive, with each increase a bit more moisture flows, almost as if a dam were slowly eroding, until the dam no longer can hold back, and lets everything rush out. The nearer to the flood, the more swollen, and softer the outer lips of your pussy, the more I can feel your body wanting the probing of my tongue deeper, to search for more, and all the time I can feel your clit twitching on my lips as if saying, “don't forget about me, I want some of that attention too,” Because so many sweet and wonderful things are happening all together, how could I want to stop. Each time I taste your pussy Sweetheart, there is a so much more to enjoy, and so much more to experience. It is a concert which I could play over and over again, and never play all the “notes” written. Yes I can feel the difference when I do enter you afterwards. Everything within you then seems to demand the grand finale. I can feel every little ripple I have just tasted and savored with my lips and tongue, all the juices which are flowing from you are begin that soft ginger flower scent. Warm, wet, so smooth and delicate. And you wonder why I love to fondle you with words, touch, lips, tongue. To bring all the best together at once, and all from and with love. There is no beginning, and there is no end. Only the want to make it the best.
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