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22.2.06

Arlequyn´s Chamber: Chapter III

The Next Morning

Chapter III


Arlequyn never imagined what was expecting him the next morning after he felt in love with Gabrielle. They both were still in the bed, and no words were crossed between them. Arlequyn

¨You think you can provoke me into taking you?¨she whispered without staring at him. He waited a heartbeat or two before he responded. But all he gave was a secretive laugh, and then she stood up in front of him. She was wearing a dark-red satin robe, almost transparent. It was a thicker fabric veiled her full breast, rose-colored nipples, imprisoning her tiny waist and all her sensuality under her robe. ¨Touch me my little beast,¨ was all Arlequyn heard.

He moved his hands into her robe; the fabric was cool and soft, but the real silk was the flesh of her backside. He closed his hands on her buttocks and squeezed them with violent desire as he felt the tip of his cock already wet. She reached down to pull his arms out of her robe and dropped the strap, so he started to tear it off her. He licked her belly with the tip of his tongue with such delicacy, feeling it plain as she moan exquisitely.

Gabrielle place her left leg on the bed and the other one on the floor. Arlequyn was on his knees licking her clitoris with his hot tongue and touching her buttocks with love. ¨You are a very dark angel my Arlequyn¨ and he felt the heat in his face.

Yes, Yes, she said mutely with her whole body, the orgasm was blinding, her whole body wet and feverish. ¨Kiss me¨ she cried. And she opened her mouth hungrily and gratefully. felt a wave if shyness having her now awake after all those feelings he felt that very last night.

6 Comments:

Blogger alfonso said...

loco en inglé??? pero viejo....na...muy bueno como siempre....ahora...debes dejar de ver tanto welivetogether, girls gone wild y vainas asi

22/2/06 05:01  
Anonymous Anónimo said...

Woooh...wow...flabberghast...speechless.

22/2/06 19:32  
Blogger Maryorie Nin said...

Eso me recuerda la noche de anoche... en la tv...jejejeje

22/2/06 21:15  
Blogger hilda said...

like always you leave me speechless.

23/2/06 04:44  
Blogger Leo Vásquez said...

mi hermano... tan bueno en ingles como en español.. aunque te confieso con honestidad que soy defensor del español y creo firmemente que el español tiene la palabra perfecta y unica para cada sensacion y para describir cada emocion, no combina palabras, y para mi (sigo diciendo que es una opinion muy personal) el español es el idioma del romance.
Pero te pasaste otra vez men.

23/2/06 22:42  
Blogger Manu Under Her Skirt said...

Lo grande es Leo que soy como tú en cuanto al castellano. Siempre he dicho que eso de que el francés es el idioma del amor y el romance es un puro sofismo.

Lo que pasa es que últimamente el FLOW para la escritura me está saliendo en inglés. Pero de verdad que tú opinión en mi blog es importante! Gracias man!

Deers*

23/2/06 22:54  

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