Erotica - A Small Taste She was a casualty of the summer heat and lay on the sand as if there were no getting up. She felt exquisite, smiled and stretched, and abandoned herself once again to the comforts of her sand bed. The caresses came again, as they had all day, as she closed her eyes and let her body feel only that which is sensual. There were hands on her body, caressing her legs, her torso, her neck, arms, and face. The fingers of a thousands hands played her skin as if she were a fine instrument; from it only beautiful things should be coaxed. The breath of a thousand mouths was on her skin, hot and moist and insistent. Lips as soft as butterfly wings ran down one side of her body and up the other. Tongues, hot pokers, searched for sun-dried sea-salt mines in all the cracks and crevasses, and upon discovering a particularly saltine niche, would lap softly, softly, until not a grain was left. ~Shine On
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